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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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

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

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



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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