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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

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



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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