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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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

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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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



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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