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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

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



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I've been in love some scores of times,
With Amy, Nellie, Katie, Mary--
To name them all would stretch my rhymes
From here as far as Demerary.

But each has wed some other man,--
Girls always do, I find, in real life,--
And I am left alone to scan
The horizon of my own ideal life.

I still survive. I was, I think,
Not born to run in double harness;
I did not shirk my food and drink
When Nellie married Harry Carnice.

But I am wedded to my pipe!
That faithful friend, nought can provoke it;
Should it grow cold, I gently wipe
Its mouth, then fill it, light, and smoke it.

But it is sweet to kiss; and I
Should love to kiss a wife and pet her--
She scolds? Straight to my pipe I fly;
Her scowls through fragrant smoke look better.

There's merry Maud--with her I'd dare
To brave the matrimonial ocean;
_She_ would not pout or fret, but wear
A constant smile of sweet devotion.

How know I that she will not change,
My wishes at defiance set? Oh!
(Pray this in smallest type arrange)
She smokes--at times--a cigareto.

F.W. LITTLETON HAY.





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