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A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

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

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

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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



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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