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In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

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

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

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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



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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