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

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

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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



MAECENAS BIDS HIS FRIEND TO DINE.








I beg you come to-night and dine.
A welcome waits you, and sound wine,--
The Roederer chilly to a charm,
As Juno's breath the claret warm,
The sherry of an ancient brand.
No Persian pomp, you understand,--
A soup, a fish, two meats, and then
A salad fit for aldermen
(When aldermen, alas the days!
Were really worth their _mayonnaise_);
A dish of grapes whose clusters won
Their bronze in Carolinian sun;
Next, cheese--for you the Neufchatel,
A bit of Cheshire likes me well;
Cafe au lait or coffee black,
With Kirsch or Kuemmel or cognac
(The German band in Irving Place
By this time purple in the face);
Cigars and pipes. These being through,
Friends shall drop in, a very few--
Shakespeare and Milton, and no more.
When these are guests I bolt the door,
With "Not at home" to any one
Excepting Alfred Tennyson.

ANON.





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