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The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...



CIGARETTE RINGS.








How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night;
I'm too sleepy to read and too lazy to write;
So I'll watch the blue rings, as they eddy and twirl,
And in gossamer wreathings coquettishly curl.
In the stillness of night and the sparseness of chimes
There's a fleetness in fancy, a frolic in rhymes;
There's a world of romance that persistently clings
To the azurine curving of Cigarette Rings!

What a picture comes back from the passed-away times!
They are lounging once more 'neath the sweet-scented limes;
See how closely he watches the Queen of Coquettes,
As her white hands roll deftly those small cigarettes!
He believes in her smiles and puts faith in her sighs
While he's dazzled by light from her fathomless eyes.
Ah, the dearest of voices delightfully sings
Through the wind intertwining of Cigarette Rings!

How sweet was her song in the bright summer-time,
When winds whispered low 'neath the tremulous lime!
How sweet, too, that bunch of forget-me-nots blue--
The love he thought lasting, the words he thought true!
_Ah, the words of a woman concerning such things_
_Are weak and unstable as Cigarette Rings!_

J. ASHBY-STERRY.





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