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The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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 ...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...



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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