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My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...



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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