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My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...



TWO OTHER HEARTS.








Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manly face,
As he pressed her to his bosom in a fervent, fond embrace.
No cost of others' happiness found place within his thought;
The weakness of life's brittle thread no dim forebodings brought.

But tenderer than the light of love, more brittle than life's
thread,
The shrouds that wrapped two other hearts gave up their withered
dead;
For, crumbling in his waistcoat, their glowing future dashed,
Two excellent Havanas were very badly smashed.

_London Tobacco_.





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