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Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...



A BACHELOR'S VIEWS.








A pipe, a book,
A cosy nook,
A fire,--at least its embers;
A dog, a glass:--
'Tis thus we pass
Such hours as one remembers.

Who'd wish to wed?
Poor Cupid's dead
These thousand years, I wager.
The modern maid
Is but a jade,
Not worth the time to cage her.

In silken gown
To "take" the town
Her first and last ambition.
What good is she
To you or me
Who have but a "position"?

So let us drink
To her,--but think
Of him who has to keep her;
And _sans_ a wife
Let's spend our life
In bachelordom,--it's cheaper.

TOM HALL.




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