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Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...



SWEET SMOKING PIPE.








Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove,
Companion still of my retreat,
Thou dost my gloomy thoughts remove,
And purge my brain with gentle heat.

Tobacco, charmer of my mind,
When, like the meteor's transient gleam.
Thy substance gone to air I find,
I think, alas, my life's the same!

What else but lighted dust am I?
Then shew'st me what my fate will be;
And when thy sinking ashes die,
I learn that I must end like thee.

ANON.





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