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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

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

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

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



'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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