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On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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



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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