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To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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