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The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

The Betrothed.

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

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

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

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

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

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

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


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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