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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...



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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