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Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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

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

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...



'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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