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

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...



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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