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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...



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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