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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...



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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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