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The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

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



A VALENTINE.








What's my love's name? Guess her name.
Nina? No.
Alina? No.
It does end with "ina," though.
Guess again. Christina? No;
Guess again. Wilhelmina? No.
She reciprocates my flame,
Cheers me wheresoe'er I go,
Never forward, never coy,
She is evermore my joy.
Oh, the rapture! oh, the bliss!
When I met my darling's kiss.
Oh, I love her form to greet!
Oh, her breath is passing sweet!
Who could help but love her so?
Nicotina, mistress mine,
Thou shall be my Valentine.

ANON.





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