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Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

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

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

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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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



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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