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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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



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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