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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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



'TWAS OFF THE BLUE CANARIES.








'Twas off the blue Canary isles,
A glorious summer day,
I sat upon the quarter deck,
And whiffed my cares away;
And as the volumed smoke arose,
Like incense in the air,
I breathed a sigh to think, in sooth,
It was my last cigar.

I leaned upon the quarter rail,
And looked down in the sea;
E'en there the purple wreath of smoke,
Was curling gracefully;
Oh! what had I at such a time
To do with wasting care?
Alas! the trembling tear proclaimed
It was my last cigar.

I watched the ashes as it came
Fast drawing toward the end;
I watched it as a friend would watch
Beside a dying friend;
But still the flame swept slowly on;
It vanished into air;
I threw it from me,--spare the tale,--
It was my last cigar.

I've seen the land of all I love
Fade in the distance dim;
I've watched above the blighted heart,
Where once proud hope hath been;
But I've never known a sorrow
That could with that compare,
When off the blue Canaries
I smoked my last cigar.

JOSEPH WARREN FABENS.





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