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Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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



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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