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

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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



CHIBOUQUE.








At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan,
The pacha in his palace lolls at ease;
Latakieh fumes his sensual palate please,
While round-limbed almees dance near his divan.

Slaves lure away _ennui_ with flowers and fan;
And as his gem-tipped chibouque glows, he sees,
In dreamy trance, those marvellous mysteries
The prophet sings of in the Al-Koran!

Pale, dusk-eyed girls, with sequin-studded hair,
Dart through the opal clouds like agile deer,
With sensuous curves his fancy to provoke,--
Delicious houris, ravishing and fair,
Who to his vague and drowsy mind appear
Like fragrant phantoms arabesqued in smoke!

FRANCIS S. SALTUS.





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