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The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

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

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...



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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