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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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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