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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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



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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