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Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

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

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

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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



MEERSCHAUM.








Come to me, O my meerschaum,
For the vile street organs play;
And the torture they're inflicting
Will vanish quite away.

I open my study window
And into the twilight peer,
And my anxious eyes are watching
For the man with my evening beer.

In one hand is the shining pewter,
All amber the ale doth glow;
In t'other are long "churchwardens,"
As spotless and pure as snow.

Ah! what would the world be to us
Tobaccoless?--Fearful bore!
We should dread the day after to-morrow
Worse than the day before.

As the elephant's trunk to the creature,
Is the pipe to the man, I trow;
Useful and meditative
As the cud to the peaceful cow.

So to the world is smoking;
Through that we feel, with bliss
That, whatever worlds come after,
A jolly old world is this.

Come to me, O my meerschaum,
And whisper to me here,
If you like me better than coffee,
Than grog, or the bitter beer.

Oh! what are our biggest winnings,
If peaceful content we miss?
Though fortune may give us an innings
She seldom conveys us bliss.

You're better than all the fortunes
That ever were made or broke;
For a penny will always fill
And buy me content with a smoke.





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