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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...



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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