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Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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...

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

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...



THE PIPE CRITIC.








Say, pipe, let's talk of love;
Canst aid me? By my life,
I'll ask not gods above
To help me choose a wife;
But to thy gentle self I'll give the puzzling strife.

Thy color let me find,
And blue like smoke her eyes;
A healthy store her mind
As that which in thee lies,--
An evanescent draft, whose incense mounts the skies.

And, pipe, a breath like thine;
Her hair an amber gold,
And wrought in shapes as fine
As that which now I hold;
A grace in every limb, her form thy slender mould.

And when her lips I kiss,
Oh, may she burn like thee,
And strive to give me bliss!
A comforter to be
When friends wax cold, time fades, and all departs from me.

And may she hide in smoke,
As you, my friend, have done,
The failings that would choke
My virtues every one,
Turn grief to laughing jest, or painful thought to fun.

Her aid be such as thine
To stir my brain a bit.
When 'round this hearth of mine
Friends sit and banter wit,
She'll shape a well-turned phrase, a subtle jest to hit.

In short, my sole delight
(Why, pipe, you sputter so!),
Whose angel visage bright
(And at me ashes throw!)
Shall never rival fear. You're jealous now, I know.

Nay, pipe, I'll not leave thee;
For of thy gifts there's one
That's passing dear to me
Whose equal she'd have none,--
The gift of peace serene; she'd have, alas, a tongue!

WALTER LITTLEFIELD.





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