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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...



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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