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Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

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

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

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



THE LATEST CONVERT.








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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