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The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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



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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