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

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

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

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

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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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...

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



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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