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"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

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

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



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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