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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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

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

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

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...



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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