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Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

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

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

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

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



HOW IT ONCE WAS.








Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood,
Or rather, sat,
Drank beer in plenty, ate abundant food;
For they to ancient customs still were true,
And smoked, and smoked, because they surely knew
What they were at.

William the Testy ruled New Amsterdam,--
A tall man he,--
Whose rule was meant by him to be no sham,
But rather like the stern paternal style
That sways the city now. He made the while
A rough decree.

He ordered that the pipes should cease to smoke,
From that day on.
The people took the order as a joke;
They did not think, who smoked from childhood up,
That one man such delight would seek to stop,
Even in fun.

But when at last it dawned upon their minds
That this was meant,
They closed their houses, shut their window blinds,
Brought forth tobacco from their ample hoard,
And to the governor's house with one accord
The burghers went.

They carried chairs, and sat without a word
Before his porch,
And smoked, and smoked, and not a sound was heard,
Till Kieft came forth to take the morning air,
With speech that would have burned them then and there
If words could scorch.

But they, however savagely he spoke,
Made no reply.
Higher and thicker rose the clouds of smoke,
And Kieft, perceiving that they would be free
Tried not to put in force his harsh decree,
But let it die.

_New York Sun_.





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