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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

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

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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



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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