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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

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



"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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