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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



"KEATS TOOK SNUFF."








"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the
praise-worthy editorial research of Mr. Burton Forman."


So "Keats took snuff?" A few more years,
When we are dead and famous--eh?
Will they record our pipes and beers,
And if we smoked cigars or clay?
Or will the world cry "Quantum suff"
To tattle such as "Keats took snuff"?

Perhaps some chronicler would wish
To know what whiskey we preferred,
And if we ever dined on fish,
Or only took the joint and bird.
Such facts are quite as worthy stuff,
Good chronicler, as "Keats took snuff."

You answer: "But, if you were Keats--"
Tut! never mind your buts and ifs,
Of little men record their meats,
Their drinks, their troubles, and their tiffs,
Of the great dead there's gold enough
To spare us such as "Keats took snuff."

Well, go your ways, you little folk,
Who polish up the great folk's lives;
Record the follies that they spoke,
And paint their squabbles with their wives.
Somewhere, if ever ghosts be gruff,
I trust some Keats will "give you snuff."

_The Globe_, London.





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