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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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



"A FREE PUFF."








Do you remember when first we met?
I was turning twenty--well! I don't forget
How I walked along,
Humming a song
Across the fields and down the lane
By the country road, and back again
To the dear old farm--three miles or more--
And brought you home from the village store.

Summer was passing--don't you recall
The splendid harvest we had that Fall,
And how when the Autumn died,--sober and brown,--
We trudged down the turnpike, and on to the town?

Sweet black brierwood pipe of mine!
If you were human you'd be half divine,
For when I've looked beyond the smoke, into your burning bowl
In times of need
You've been, indeed,
The only comfort, sweetest solace, of my overflowing soul.
We've been together nearly thirty years, old fellow!
And now, you must admit, we're both a trifle mellow.
We have had our share of joys and a deal of sorrows,
And while we're only waiting for a few more to-morrows,
Others will come, and others will go,
And Time will gather what Youth will sow;
But we together will go down the rough
Road to the end, and to the end--puff.

ARTHUR IRVING GRAY.





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