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To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...



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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