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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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

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

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...



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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