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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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



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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