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

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

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

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

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

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

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

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...



'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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