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

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

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...



CANNON SONG.








And it has turned since you and I
Set out to face the world alone;
And, in a garret near the sky,
Had scarce a crust to call our own,
But many a banquet, Barmecide;
And many a dream of hope divine,
Lie buried in the moaning tide,
That drowns the past, old pipe of mine!

But prosing isn't quite the thing,
And so, I guess, I'll give it up:
Just wait a moment while I sing;
We'll have another parting cup,
And then to bed. The stars are low;
Yon sickly moon has ceased to shine;
So here she goes, and off we go
To Slumberland, old pipe of mine!

JOHN J. GORMLEY.





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