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Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

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

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...



VIRGINIA TOBACCO.








Two maiden dames of sixty-two
Together long had dwelt;
Neither, alas! of love so true
The bitter pang had felt.

But age comes on, they say, apace,
To warn us of our death,
And wrinkles mar the fairest face,--
At last it stops our breath.

One of these dames tormented sore
With that curst pang, toothache,
Was at a loss for such a bore
What remedy to take.

"I've heard," thought she, "this ill to cure,
A pipe is good, they say.
Well then, tobacco I'll endure,
And smoke the pain away."

The pipe was lit, the tooth soon well,
And she retired to rest,
When then the other ancient belle
Her spinster maid addressed,--

"Let me request a favor, pray"--
"I'll do it if I can"--
"Oh! well, then, love, smoke every day,
_You smell so like a man!_"

Attributed to JOHN STANLEY GREGSON.





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