Once there was a gentleman who married for his second wife the proudest and most haughty woman that was ever seen. She had by a former husband two daughters of her own humor, who were, indeed, exactly like her in all things. He had likew... Read more of CINDERELLA OR THE LITTLE GLASS SLIPPER. at Children Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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



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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