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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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



A GOOD CIGAR.








Oh, 'tis well and enough,
A whiff or a puff
From the heart of a pipe to get;
And a dainty maid
Or a budding blade
May toy with the cigarette;
But a man, when the time
Of a glorious prime
Dawns forth like a morning star,
Wants the dark-brown bloom
And the sweet perfume
That go with a good cigar.

To lazily float
In a painted boat
On a shimmering morning sea,
Or to flirt with a maid
In the afternoon shade
Seems good enough sport to be;
But the evening hour,
With its subtle power,
Is sweeter and better far,
If joined to the joy,
Devoid of alloy,
That lurks in a good cigar.

When a blanket wet
Is solidly set
O'er hopes prematurely grown;
When ambition is tame,
And energy lame,
And the bloom from the fruit is blown;
When to dance and to dine
With women and wine
Past poverty pleasures are,--
A man's not bereft
Of all peace, if there's left
The joy of a good cigar.

NORRIS BULL.




A glass is good, and a lass is good,
And a pipe to smoke in cold weather;
The world is good, and the people are good,
And we're all good fellows together.

JOHN O'KEEFE: _Sprigs of Laurel_, Act ii. sc. i.





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