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How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...



A LOSS.








How hard a thing it is to part
From those we love and cherish;
How deeply does it pain one's heart
To know all things must perish!

And when a friend and comrade dear
Is lost to us forever,
We feel how frail are all things here,
Since e'en best friends must sever.

I, too, have lost a friend, who broke
Its power when care was near me;
And troubles disappeared in smoke
When he was by to cheer me.

But as friends fall when valued most,
Like fruit that over-ripe is.
My loved companion I have lost,--
That friend my meerschaum pipe is!

_Judy_ (1873).





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