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A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

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

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

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



SHE.








The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint!
Around my pretty, cherished book,
The odor vile, the noisome taint
Of horrid, stale tobacco-smoke
Yet lingers!
The hateful man, my book to spoil!
Patrick, the tongs--lest I should soil
My fingers!

This lovely rose, these lilies frail,
These violets he has sent to me
The odor of his pipe exhale!
Am I to blame that I should be
Enraged?
Tell Mr. Simpson every time
He calls upon me, Patrick, I'm
Engaged!

ARTHUR LOVELL.





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