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

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

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

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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



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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