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

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

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...



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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