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A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

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

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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



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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