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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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



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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