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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

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

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

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

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

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

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



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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