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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

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

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

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...



A SYMPHONY IN SMOKE.








A pretty, piquant, pouting pet,
Who likes to muse and take her ease,
She loves to smoke a cigarette;

To dream in silken hammockette,
And sing and swing beneath the trees,
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet.

Her Christian name is Violet;
Her eyes are blue as summer skies;
She loves to smoke a cigarette.

As calm as babe in bassinette,
She swingeth in the summer breeze,
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet.

She ponders o'er a novelette;
Her parasol is Japanese;
She loves to smoke a cigarette.

She loves a fume without a fret;
Her frills are white, her frock _cerise_,--
A pretty, pouting, piquant pet.

She almost goes to sleep, and yet,
Half-lulled by booming honey-bees,
She loves to smoke a cigarette.

A winsome, clever, cool coquette,
Who flouts all Grundian decrees,--
pretty, pouting, piquant pet,
That loves to smoke a cigarette.

_Harper's Bazaar_.





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