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In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

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

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

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



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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