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

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

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

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

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

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

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

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

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



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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