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The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...



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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