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The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

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

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

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

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

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



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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