LITTLE CLARENCE--"Pa!" HIS FATHER--"Well, my son?" LITTLE CLARENCE--"I took a walk through the cemetery to-day and read the inscriptions on the tombstones." HIS FATHER--"And what were your thoughts after you had done so?" LITTLE CLA... Read more of EPITAPHS at Free Jokes.caInformational Site Network Informational
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Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

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

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

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...



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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