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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...



A WARNING.








HE.

I loathe all books. I hate to see
The world and men through others' eyes;
My own are good enough for me.
These scribbling fellows I despise;
They bore me.
I used to try to read a bit,
But, when I did, a sleepy fit
Came o'er me.

Yet here I sit with pensive look,
Filling my pipe with fragrant loads,
Gazing in rapture at a book!--
A free translation of the Odes
Of Horace.
'Tis owned by sweet Elizabeth,
And breathes a subtle, fragrant breath
Of orris.

I longed for something that was hers
To cheer me when I'm feeling low;
I saw this book of paltry verse,
And asked to take it home--and so
She lent it.
I love her deep and tenderly,
Yet dare not tell my love, lest she
Resent it.

I'll learn to quote a stanza here,
A couplet there. I'm very sure
'Twould aid my suit could I appear
_Au fait_ in books and literature.
I'll do it!
This jingle I can quickly learn;
Then, hid in roses, I'll return
Her poet!





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