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

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

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

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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