It was one evening in the summer of the year 1755 that Campbell of Inverawe {157} was on Cruachan hill side. He was startled by seeing a man coming towards him at full speed; a man ragged, bleeding, and evidently suffering agonies of terror. ... Read more of Ticonderoga at Scary Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

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

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...



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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