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Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

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

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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



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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