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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...



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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