Would haunt the mind each waking hour,

And slumber owned its magic power—

Until I found by merest chance

That belladonna made the glance,

And borrowed hair had lent its aid

For silken tresses of this maid—

And padding—paint—did all combine

To make for me—my Valentine!

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[Pg 36]

A SMOKE.

O others may boast of their pleasures galore—

The miser with rapture may count o'er his store,

And some may imagine great happiness there

In the gay shining beam of Society's glare;

But best of all comforts a feller can know,

While wintry winds whistle and fast flies the snow,

Is a pipe after supper, by a bright blazing fire,

Encircled with ringlets that curl high and higher!

O doctors may tell you and others declare

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