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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...



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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