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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...



'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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