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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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



THE DUET.








I was smoking a cigarette;
Maud, my wife, and the tenor, McKey,
Were singing together a blithe duet,
And days it were better I should forget
Came suddenly back to me,--
Days when life seemed a gay masque ball,
And to love and be loved was the sum of it all.

As they sang together, the whole scene fled,
The room's rich hangings, the sweet home air,
Stately Maud, with her proud blond head,
And I seemed to see in her place instead
A wealth of blue-black hair,
And a face, ah! your face--yours, Lisette;
A face it were wiser I should forget.

We were back--well, no matter when or where;
But you remember, I know, Lisette.
I saw you, dainty and debonair,
With the very same look that you used to wear
In the days I should forget.
And your lips, as red as the vintage we quaffed,
Were pearl-edged bumpers of wine when you laughed.

Two small slippers with big rosettes
Peeped out under your kilt-skirt there,
While we sat smoking our cigarettes
(Oh, I shall be dust when my heart forgets!)
And singing that self-same air:
And between the verses, for interlude,
I kissed your throat and your shoulders nude.

You were so full of a subtle fire,
You were so warm and so sweet, Lisette;
You were everything men admire;
And there were no fetters to make us tire,
For you were--a pretty grisette.
But you loved as only such natures can,
With a love that makes heaven or hell for a man.

They have ceased singing that old duet,
Stately Maud and the tenor, McKey.
"You are burning your coat with your cigarette,
And _qu'avez vous_, dearest, your lids are wet,"
Maud says, as she leans o'er me.
And I smile, and lie to her, husband-wise,
"Oh, it is nothing but smoke in my eyes."

ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.





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