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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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



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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