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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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



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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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