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Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

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

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

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

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



"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.





Next: THE BALLAD OF THE PIPE.

Previous: THE DISCOVERY OF TOBACCO.



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