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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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



A LOSS.








How hard a thing it is to part
From those we love and cherish;
How deeply does it pain one's heart
To know all things must perish!

And when a friend and comrade dear
Is lost to us forever,
We feel how frail are all things here,
Since e'en best friends must sever.

I, too, have lost a friend, who broke
Its power when care was near me;
And troubles disappeared in smoke
When he was by to cheer me.

But as friends fall when valued most,
Like fruit that over-ripe is.
My loved companion I have lost,--
That friend my meerschaum pipe is!

_Judy_ (1873).





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