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Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...



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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