T he halved joint is frequently known as half-lapping, and sometimes as checking and half-checking. In the majority of cases it is made by halving the two pieces, i.e., by cutting half the depth of the wood away. There are, however, exceptions ... Read more of The Halved Joint at Wood Workings.caInformational Site Network Informational
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Smoking Poems

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

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

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...



THE CIGAR.








Some sigh for this and that,
My wishes don't go far;
The world may wag at will,
So I have my cigar.

Some fret themselves to death
With Whig and Tory jar;
I don't care which is in,
So I have my cigar.

Sir John requests my vote,
And so does Mr. Marr;
I don't care how it goes,
So I have my cigar.

Some want a German row,
Some wish a Russian war;
I care not. I'm at peace
So I have my cigar.

I never see the "Post,"
I seldom read the "Star;"
The "Globe" I scarcely heed,
So I have my cigar.

Honors have come to men
My juniors at the Bar;
No matter--I can wait,
So I have my cigar.

Ambition frets me not;
A cab or glory's car
Are just the same to me,
So I have my cigar.

I worship no vain gods,
But serve the household Lar;
I'm sure to be at home,
So I have my cigar.

I do not seek for fame,
A general with a scar;
A private let me be,
So I have my cigar.

To have my choice among
The toys of life's bazaar,
The deuce may take them all
So I have my cigar.

Some minds are often tost
By tempests like a tar;
I always seem in port,
So I have my cigar.

The ardent flame of love,
My bosom cannot char,
I smoke but do not burn,
So I have my cigar.

They tell me Nancy Low
Has married Mr. R.;
The jilt! but I can live,
So I have my cigar.

THOMAS HOOD.





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