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On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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



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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