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

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...

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

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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...

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

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

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

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



PIPE AND TOBACCO.








When my pipe burns bright and clear,
The gods I need not envy here;
And as the smoke fades in the wind,
Our fleeting life it brings to mind.

Noble weed! that comforts life,
And art with calmest pleasures rife;
Heaven grant thee sunshine and warm rain,
And to thy planter health and gain.

Through thee, friend of my solitude,
With hope and patience I'm endued,
Deep sinks thy power within my heart,
And cares and sorrows all depart.

Then let non-smokers rail forever;
Shall their hard words true friends dissever?
Pleasure's too rare to cast away
My pipe, for what the railers say!

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 Folk Song._





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