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Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...



THE SMOKER'S CALENDAR.








When January's cold appears,
A glowing pipe my spirit cheers;
And still it glads the length'ning day
'Neath February's milder sway.
When March's keener winds succeed,
What charms me like the burning weed
When April mounts the solar car,
I join him, puffing a cigar;
And May, so beautiful and bright,
Still finds the pleasing weed a-light.
To balmy zephyrs it gives zest
When June in gayest livery's drest.
Through July, Flora's offspring smile,
But still Nicotia's can beguile;
And August, when its fruits are ripe,
Matures my pleasure in a pipe.
September finds me in the garden,
Communing with a long churchwarden.
Even in the wane of dull October
I smoke my pipe and sip my "robar."
November's soaking show'rs require
The smoking pipe and blazing fire.
The darkest day in drear December's--
That's lighted by their glowing embers.

ANON.





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