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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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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