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

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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



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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