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The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

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

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...

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

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...



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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