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He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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



SMOKE IS THE FOOD OF LOVERS.








When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose
Was just the very one you might suppose.
Love keep a shop?--his trade, oh! quickly name!
A dealer in tobacco--fie, for shame!
No less than true, and set aside all joke,
From oldest time he ever dealt in smoke;
Than smoke, no other thing he sold, or made;
Smoke all the substance of his stock in trade;
His capital all smoke, smoke all his store,
'Twas nothing else; but lovers ask no more--
And thousands enter daily at his door!
Hence it was ever, and it e'er will be
The trade most suited to his faculty:
Fed by the vapors of their heart's desire,
No other food his votaries require;
For that they seek--the favor of the fair--
Is unsubstantial as the smoke and air.

JACOB CATS: _Moral Emblems_.





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