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My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

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

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....



THE SMOKER'S CALENDAR.








When January's cold appears,
A glowing pipe my spirit cheers;
And still it glads the length'ning day
'Neath February's milder sway.
When March's keener winds succeed,
What charms me like the burning weed
When April mounts the solar car,
I join him, puffing a cigar;
And May, so beautiful and bright,
Still finds the pleasing weed a-light.
To balmy zephyrs it gives zest
When June in gayest livery's drest.
Through July, Flora's offspring smile,
But still Nicotia's can beguile;
And August, when its fruits are ripe,
Matures my pleasure in a pipe.
September finds me in the garden,
Communing with a long churchwarden.
Even in the wane of dull October
I smoke my pipe and sip my "robar."
November's soaking show'rs require
The smoking pipe and blazing fire.
The darkest day in drear December's--
That's lighted by their glowing embers.

ANON.





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