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Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...



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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