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With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...



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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