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Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...



THE SCENT OF A GOOD CIGAR.








What is it comes through the deepening dusk,--
Something sweeter than jasmine scent,
Sweeter than rose and violet blent,
More potent in power than orange or musk?
The scent of a good cigar.

I am all alone in my quiet room,
And the windows are open wide and free
To let in the south wind's kiss for me,
While I rock in the softly gathering gloom,
And that subtle fragrance steals.

Just as a loving, tender hand
Will sometimes steal in yours,
It softly comes through the open doors,
And memory wakes at its command,--
The scent of that good cigar.

And what does it say? Ah! that's for me
And my heart alone to know;
But that heart thrills with a sudden glow,
Tears fill my eyes till I cannot see,--
From the scent of that good cigar.

KATE A. CARRINGTON.





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