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Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

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 ...

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...



IN WREATHS OF SMOKE.








In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise,
Faces of olden days uprise,
And in his dreamers revery
They haunt the smoker's brain, and he
Breathes for the past regretful sighs.

Mem'ries of maids, with azure eyes,
In dewy dells, 'neath June's soft skies,
Faces that more he'll only see
In wreaths of smoke.

Eheu, eheu! how fast Time flies,--
How youth-time passion droops and dies,
And all the countless visions flee!
How worn would all those faces be,
Were they not swathed in soft disguise
In wreaths of smoke!

FRANK NEWTON HOLMAN.





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