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

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

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...



CIGARETTE RINGS.








How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night;
I'm too sleepy to read and too lazy to write;
So I'll watch the blue rings, as they eddy and twirl,
And in gossamer wreathings coquettishly curl.
In the stillness of night and the sparseness of chimes
There's a fleetness in fancy, a frolic in rhymes;
There's a world of romance that persistently clings
To the azurine curving of Cigarette Rings!

What a picture comes back from the passed-away times!
They are lounging once more 'neath the sweet-scented limes;
See how closely he watches the Queen of Coquettes,
As her white hands roll deftly those small cigarettes!
He believes in her smiles and puts faith in her sighs
While he's dazzled by light from her fathomless eyes.
Ah, the dearest of voices delightfully sings
Through the wind intertwining of Cigarette Rings!

How sweet was her song in the bright summer-time,
When winds whispered low 'neath the tremulous lime!
How sweet, too, that bunch of forget-me-nots blue--
The love he thought lasting, the words he thought true!
_Ah, the words of a woman concerning such things_
_Are weak and unstable as Cigarette Rings!_

J. ASHBY-STERRY.




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