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The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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



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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