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

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

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

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

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



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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