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On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...



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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