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To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...



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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