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A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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



CIGARETTE RINGS.








How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night;
I'm too sleepy to read and too lazy to write;
So I'll watch the blue rings, as they eddy and twirl,
And in gossamer wreathings coquettishly curl.
In the stillness of night and the sparseness of chimes
There's a fleetness in fancy, a frolic in rhymes;
There's a world of romance that persistently clings
To the azurine curving of Cigarette Rings!

What a picture comes back from the passed-away times!
They are lounging once more 'neath the sweet-scented limes;
See how closely he watches the Queen of Coquettes,
As her white hands roll deftly those small cigarettes!
He believes in her smiles and puts faith in her sighs
While he's dazzled by light from her fathomless eyes.
Ah, the dearest of voices delightfully sings
Through the wind intertwining of Cigarette Rings!

How sweet was her song in the bright summer-time,
When winds whispered low 'neath the tremulous lime!
How sweet, too, that bunch of forget-me-nots blue--
The love he thought lasting, the words he thought true!
_Ah, the words of a woman concerning such things_
_Are weak and unstable as Cigarette Rings!_

J. ASHBY-STERRY.





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