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Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

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, ...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

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

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

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



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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