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

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

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

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

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

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

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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



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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