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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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



CHOOSING A WIFE BY A PIPE OF TOBACCO.








Tube, I love thee as my life;
By thee I mean to choose a wife.
Tube, thy _color_ let me find,
In her _skin_, and in her _mind_.
Let her have a _shape_ as fine;
Let her breath be sweet as thine;
Let her, when her lips I kiss,
_Burn_ like thee, to give me bliss;
Let her, in some _smoke_ or other,
All my failings kindly smother.
Often when my thoughts are _low_,
Send them where they ought to go;
When to study I incline,
Let her aid be such as thine;
Such as thine the charming power
In the vacant social hour.
Let her live to give delight,
Ever _warm_ and ever _bright_;
Let her deeds, whene'er she dies,
Mount as incense to the skies.

_Gentleman's Magazine_.





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