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To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...



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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