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A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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



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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