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

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...



MY FRIENDLY PIPE.








Let sybarites still dream delights
While smoking cigarettes,
Whose opiates get in their pates
Till waking brings regrets;
Oh, let them doze, devoid of woes,
Of troubles, and of frets.

And let the chap who loves to nap
With his cigar in hand
Pursue his way, and live his day,
As runs time's changing sand;
Let him delight by day and night
In his peculiar brand.

But as for me, I love to be
Provided with a pipe,--
A rare old bowl to warm my soul,
A meerschaum brown and ripe,--
With good plug cut, no stump or butt,
Nor filthy gutter-snipe.

My joys increase! It brings me peace
As nothing else can do;
From all the strife of daily life
Here my relief is true.
I watch its rings; it purrs and sings--
And then it's cheaper, too!

_Detroit Tribune_.




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