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Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

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

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



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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