Once there was a gentleman who married for his second wife the proudest and most haughty woman that was ever seen. She had by a former husband two daughters of her own humor, who were, indeed, exactly like her in all things. He had likew... Read more of CINDERELLA OR THE LITTLE GLASS SLIPPER. at Children Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

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

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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



HER BROTHER'S CIGARETTE.








Like raven's wings her locks of jet,
Her soft eyes touched with fond regret,
Doubt and desire her mind beset,
Fondling her brother's cigarette.

Roses with dewy diamonds set,
Drooped o'er the window's parapet;
With grace she turned a match to get,
And lit her brother's cigarette.

Her puffs of smoky violet
Twined in fantastic silhouette;
She blushed, laughed, coughed a little, yet,
She smoked her brother's cigarette.

Her eyes with briny tears were wet,
Her bang grew limp beneath its net,
Her brow was gemmed with beaded sweat,
And to her bed she went, you bet.

ANON.





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