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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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



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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