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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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



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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