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A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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

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

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



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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