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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...



TO AN OLD PIPE.








Once your smoothly polished face
Nestled lightly in a case;
'Twas a jolly cosy place,
I surmise;

And a zealous subject blew
On your cheeks, until they grew
To the fascinating hue
Of her eyes.

Near a rusty-hilted sword,
Now upon my mantel-board,
Where my curios are stored,
You recline.

You were pleasant company when
By the scribbling of her pen
I was sent the ways of men
To repine.

Tell me truly (you were there
When she ceased that debonair
Correspondence and affair)
I suppose

That she laughed and smiled all day;
Or did gentle tear-drops stray
Down her charming _retroussee_
Little nose?

Where the sunbeams, coyly still,
Fall upon the mantel-sill,
You perpetually will
Silence woo;

And I fear that she herself,
By the little chubby elf.
Will be laid upon the shelf
Just as you.

DE WITT STERRY.





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