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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

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



MY THREE LOVES.








When Life was all a summer day,
And I was under twenty,
Three loves were scattered in my way--
And three at once are plenty.
Three hearts, if offered with a grace,
One thinks not of refusing;
The task in this especial case
Was only that of choosing.
I knew not which to make my pet,--
My pipe, cigar, or cigarette.

To cheer my night or glad my day
My pipe was ever willing;
The meerschaum or the lowly clay
Alike repaid the filling.
Grown men delight in blowing clouds,
As boys in blowing bubbles,
Our cares to puff away in crowds
And vanish all our troubles.
My pipe I nearly made my pet,
Above cigar or cigarette.

A tiny paper, tightly rolled
About some Latakia,
Contains within its magic fold
A mighty _panacea_.
Some thought of sorrow or of strife
At ev'ry whiff will vanish;
And all the scenery of life
Turn picturesquely Spanish.
But still I could not quite forget
Cigar and pipe for cigarette.

To yield an after-dinner puff
O'er _demi-tasse_ and brandy,
No cigarettes are strong enough,
No pipes are ever handy.
However fine may be the feed,
It only moves my laughter
Unless a dry delicious weed
Appears a little after.
A prime cigar I firmly set
Above a pipe or cigarette.

But after all I try in vain
To fetter my opinion;
Since each upon my giddy brain
Has boasted a dominion.
Comparisons I'll not provoke,
Lest _all_ should be offended.
Let this discussion end in smoke
As many more have ended.
And each I'll make a special pet;
My pipe, cigar, and cigarette.

HENRY S. LEIGH.





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