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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

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

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

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



TO SEE HER PIPE AWRY.








Betty bouncer kept a stall
At the corner of a street,
And she had a smile for all.
Many were the friends she'd greet
With kindly nod on passing by,
Who, smiling, saw her pipe awry.

Poor old lass! she loved her pipe,
A constant friend it seemed to be;
As she sold her apples ripe,
With an apple on each knee,
How she'd make the smoke-wreaths fly,
As I've watched her pipe awry!

Seasons came and seasons went,
Only changing Betty's store;
Youngsters with her always spent
Their little all and wished they'd more:
Timidly with upturned eye
Staring at her pipe awry.

Bet was always at her post
Early morn or even late;
Ginger beer or chestnut roast,
Served she as she sat in state,
On two bushel-baskets high;
You should have seen her pipe awry!

Little care old Betty had,
She quietly jogged on her way;
Never did her face look sad.
Although she fumed the livelong day.
Guiltless seemed she of a sigh.
I never saw her pipe her eye!

C.F.





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