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The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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 ...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...



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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