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The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...



MY FRIENDLY PIPE.








Let sybarites still dream delights
While smoking cigarettes,
Whose opiates get in their pates
Till waking brings regrets;
Oh, let them doze, devoid of woes,
Of troubles, and of frets.

And let the chap who loves to nap
With his cigar in hand
Pursue his way, and live his day,
As runs time's changing sand;
Let him delight by day and night
In his peculiar brand.

But as for me, I love to be
Provided with a pipe,--
A rare old bowl to warm my soul,
A meerschaum brown and ripe,--
With good plug cut, no stump or butt,
Nor filthy gutter-snipe.

My joys increase! It brings me peace
As nothing else can do;
From all the strife of daily life
Here my relief is true.
I watch its rings; it purrs and sings--
And then it's cheaper, too!

_Detroit Tribune_.





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