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

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

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

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



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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