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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...

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

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...



THOSE ASHES.








Up to the frescoed ceiling
The smoke of my cigarette
In a sinuous spray is reeling,
Forming flower and minaret.

What delicious landscape floating
On perfumed wings I see;
Pale swans I am idly noting,
And queens robed in filagree.

I see such delicious faces
As ne'er man saw before,
And my fancy fondly chases
Sweet maids on a fairy shore.

Now to bits my air-castle crashes,
And those pictures I see no more;
My grandmother yells: "Them ashes--
Don't drop them on the floor!"

R.K. MUNKITTRICK.





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