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My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

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



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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