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A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

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

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

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

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...



THE DREAMER'S PIPE.








Meerschaum, thing with amber tip,
Clutched between the dreamer's lip,
Fragrant odors from thy bowl
Mingling with the dreamer's soul;
Curling wreaths of smoke ascending,
Comfort sweet with incense blending.
Joy and peace and solace sending
To the dreamer's heart.

Fashioned like a satyr's head,
Crowned with fire, glowing red,
Quaintly carved and softly sleek
As Afric maiden's downy cheek.
Comrade of each idle hour
In forest shade or leafy bower;
Lotus-eaters from thy power
Ne'er can break apart.

Darkly colored from long use
With tobacco's balmy juice
From snowy white to ebon turned
By the incense daily burned.
Laid at night within thy case
Of velvet soft--thy resting place--
Whence with leering, stained face
Daily thou must start,--

To soothe the dreamer's every care,
To glow and burn and fill the air
With thy curling perfume rare:
As thou charmest gloom away,
With the dreamer rest for aye
Friend of youth, and manhood ripe
All hail to thee, thou meerschaum pipe!

_New Orleans Times Democrat._





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