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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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 ...

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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



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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