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

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

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

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

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

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...



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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