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

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

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

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...



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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