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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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...

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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



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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