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A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

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

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...



WITH PIPE AND BOOK.








With Pipe and Book at close of day,
Oh, what is sweeter, mortal, say?
It matters not what book on knee,
Old Izaak or the Odyssey,
It matters not meerschaum or clay.

And though one's eyes will dream astray,
And lips forget to sue or sway,
It is "enough to merely be,"
With Pipe and Book.

What though our modern skies be gray,
As bards aver, I will not pray
For "soothing Death" to succor me,
But ask this much, O Fate, of thee,
A little longer yet to stay
With Pipe and Book.

RICHARD LE GALLIENNE.





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