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Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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

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

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



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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