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Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...



SEASONABLE SWEETS.








"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS.


When the year is young, what sweets are flung
By the violets, hiding, dim,
And the lilac that sways her censers high,
Whilst the skylark chants a hymn!
How sweet is the scent of the daffodil bloom,
When blithe spring decks each spray,
And the flowering thorn sheds rare perfume
Through the beautiful month of May!
What a dainty pet is the mignonette,
Whose sweets wide scattered are!
But sweeter to me than all these yet
Is the scent of a prime cigar!

Delicious airs waft the fields of June,
When the beans are all in flower;
The woodruff is fragrant in the hedge,
And the woodbine in the bower.
Sweet eglantine doth her garlands twine
For the blithe hours as they run,
And balmily sighs the meadow-sweet,
That is all in love with the sun,
Whilst new-mown hay o'er the hedgerows gay
Flings odorous airs afar;
Yet sweeter than these on the passing breeze
Is the scent of a prime cigar.

When all the beauties of Flora's court
Smile on the gay parterre,
What glorious color, what exquisite form,
And dainty scents are there!
They bask in the beam, and bend by the stream,
Like beautiful nymphs at play,
Holding dew-pearls up in each nectar cup
To the glorious God of Day.
Oh, their lives are sweet, but all too brief,
And death doth their sweetness mar;
But fragrance fine is forever thine,
My well-beloved cigar!

C.





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