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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

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

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

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

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

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



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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