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The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...



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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