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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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



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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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