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Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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



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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