The following anecdote was told to myself, a few months after the curious event, by the three witnesses in the case. They were connections of my own, the father was a clergyman of the Anglican Church; he, his wife and their daughter, a girl of... Read more of The Girl In Pink at Scary Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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...

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...



TOBACCO IS AN INDIAN WEED.








Tobacco's but an Indian weed,
Grows green at morn, cut down at eve;
It shows decay; we are but clay;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The pipe that is so lily white,
Wherein so many take delight,
Is broke with a touch,--man's life is such;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The pipe that is so foul within
Shows how man's soul is stained with sin,
And then the fire it doth require;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The ashes that are left behind
Do serve to put us all in mind
That unto dust return we must;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The smoke that does so high ascend
Shews us man's life must have an end;
The vapor's gone,--man's life is done;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

From "_Pills to Purge Melancholy_."





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