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It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...



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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