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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

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

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

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



A PIPE OF TOBACCO.








Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale,
Or with alcohol moisten his thrapple,
Only give me, I pray, a good pipe of soft clay,
Nicely tapered and thin in the stapple;
And I shall puff, puff, let who will say, "Enough!"
No luxury else I'm in lack o',
No malice I hoard 'gainst queen, prince, duke, or lord,
While I pull at my pipe of tobacco.

When I feel the hot strife of the battle of life,
And the prospect is aught but enticin',
Mayhap some real ill, like a protested bill,
Dims the sunshine that tinged the horizon:
Only let me puff, puff,--be they ever so rough,
All the sorrows of life I lose track o',
The mists disappear, and the vista is clear,
With a soothing mild pipe of tobacco.

And when joy after pain, like the sun after rain,
Stills the waters, long turbid and troubled,
That life's current may flow with a ruddier glow,
And the sense of enjoyment be doubled,--
Oh! let me puff, puff, till I feel _quantum suff._,
Such luxury still I'm in lack o';
Be joy ever so sweet, it would be incomplete,
Without a good pipe of tobacco.

Should my recreant muse--sometimes apt to refuse
The guidance of bit and of bridle--
Still blankly demur, spite of whip and spur,
Unimpassioned, inconstant, or idle;
Only let me puff, puff, till the brain cries, "Enough!"
Such excitement is all I'm in lack o',
And the poetic vein soon to fancy gives rein,
Inspired by a pipe of tobacco.

And when, with one accord, round the jovial board,
In friendship our bosoms are glowing,
While with toast and with song we the evening prolong,
And with nectar the goblets are flowing;
Still let us puff, puff,--be life smooth, be it rough,
Such enjoyment we're ever in lack o';
The more peace and good-will will abound as we fill
A jolly good pipe of tobacco.

JOHN USHER.





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