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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

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

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

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

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

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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