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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

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

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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 ...

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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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