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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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



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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