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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

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

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

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

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...

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

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

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

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



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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