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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

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

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

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



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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