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A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

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

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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



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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