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Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

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



MY PIPE.








When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me;
When friends are fled, thy presence charms me.
If thou art full, though purse be bare,
I smoke, and cast away all care!

_German Smoking Song._





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