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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...



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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