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

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

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

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...



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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