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Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...



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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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