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My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

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

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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



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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