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

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

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

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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



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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