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

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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



TO MY MEERSCHAUM.








There's a charm in the sun-crested hills,
In the quivering light of a star,
In the flash of a silvery rill,
Yet to me thou art lovelier far,
My Meerschaum!

There's a love in her witching dark eye,
There's a love in her tresses at play,
Yet her love would be worth not a sigh,
If from thee she could lure me away,
My Meerschaum!

Let revellers sing of their wine,
As they toss it in ecstasy down,
But the bowl I call for is thine,
With its deepening amber and brown,
My Meerschaum!

For when trouble would bid me despair,
I call for a flagon of beer,
And puff a defiance to care,
Till sorrows in smoke disappear,
My Meerschaum!

Though mid pleasures unnumbered I whirl,
Though I traverse the billowy sea,
Yet the waving and beautiful curl
Of thy smoke's ever dearer to me,
My Meerschaum!

P.D.R.





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