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My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

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

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...



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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