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An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...



CONFESSION OF A CIGAR SMOKER.








I owe to smoking, more or less,
Through life the whole of my success;
With my cigar I'm sage and wise,--
Without, I'm dull as cloudy skies.

When smoking, all my ideas soar,
When not, they sink upon the floor.
The greatest men have all been smokers,
And so were all the greatest jokers.
Then ye who'd bid adieu to care,
Come here and smoke it into air.

ANON.




Sir Walter Raleigh! name of worth,
How sweet for thee to know
King James, who never smoked on earth,
Is smoking down below.





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