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Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...



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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