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

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

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

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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



SIC TRANSIT.








Just a note that I found on my table,
By the bills of a year buried o'er,
In a feminine hand and requesting
My presence for tennis at four.

Half remorseful for leaving it lying
In surroundings unworthy as those,
I carefully dusted and smoothed it,
And mutely begged pardon of Rose.

But I thought with a smile of the proverb
Which says you may treat as you will
The vase which has once contained roses,
Their fragrance will cling to it still.

For the writer I scarcely remember,
The occasion has vanished afar,
And the fragrance that clings to the letter
Recalls--an Havana cigar.

W.B. ANDERSON.





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