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Poetry.
Says A ., "Most courteous g-entle folks , az-c we a band of roughs 10 Avarrant such a serious profusion of rebuffs ? ° ' Consider that your Iron House won't go clown Avith the crowd , 11 it s one oi those strict places where no smoking is alloAv-ow-OAV-ow-ed . " No smoking is alloAved . Then up arose Sir F—der—k fluent with his
, so tongue , And spoke an hour , Avhile many there would rather he had sung ; Said he , In such a knightly band , so chivalrous are Ave , Our knightl y meetings b y such broils distracted should not be-e-e-e-e . " Distracted should not he .
Swift spoke Sir P- -k , from the chair-a twinkle in his eyc-1 do adjudge this gentleman shall make apology •" And then , amidst the awful pause , 'twas whispered not too loud , Ihis crusher s got from dining Avhere no smoking is allow-ow-ow-ow-cd " No smoking is alloivcd . The cloud had passedtlie genial weed had the strife
, puffed away , And collee AVO were sipping , as in mild domestic life ; When out spoke B ., with force of all the Royal Artilleree , " If any one doth smoke in here , the gas put out shall he-e-o-e-e . " " "" The gas put out shall be . " ' He spoke and ere we gentle knihts could blandl
g y interspose , Ihe great man s hoot , with heavy tread , fell on our Avretched toes : < T w f 7 ' and in tlle dark > wo hintcd ratlier loud We had rather pay for dinners Avhere the smoking is allow-ow-ow-ow-ed . " The smoking is alWed .
MORAL . Now all you sanguine Tempulars ivho cater for the rest 1 ray let a quiet friend ' s advice he on your mind impress'd : One chsh III call "Cool Cheek' ; Avas fair , the other of « Efot Broil , " Is likely , if repeated off , your little gamc _ to spo-o-o-o-oil .
Your little game to spoil . A . BLANK , BiAxVK STKEET , P-JP ' I ) C 1 ) t y ' Com ]} 0 se > ' ° f t / le Hues . Late p . m ., 8 th . Dec , 1865 .
L'ENVOI . How dear to mo the hour Avhen daylight dies If to some friendl y lodge I wish to go ; "' 1 or then soit fumes of sweet cigars arise And memory whispers , " Cave B d Row . "
For I have watched the flash of thought that nlavs Among tlie great folk * of the Iron Chest , Irue Stuart men , like James of other days They blow their counterblast— you know the rest
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Poetry.
Says A ., "Most courteous g-entle folks , az-c we a band of roughs 10 Avarrant such a serious profusion of rebuffs ? ° ' Consider that your Iron House won't go clown Avith the crowd , 11 it s one oi those strict places where no smoking is alloAv-ow-OAV-ow-ed . " No smoking is alloAved . Then up arose Sir F—der—k fluent with his
, so tongue , And spoke an hour , Avhile many there would rather he had sung ; Said he , In such a knightly band , so chivalrous are Ave , Our knightl y meetings b y such broils distracted should not be-e-e-e-e . " Distracted should not he .
Swift spoke Sir P- -k , from the chair-a twinkle in his eyc-1 do adjudge this gentleman shall make apology •" And then , amidst the awful pause , 'twas whispered not too loud , Ihis crusher s got from dining Avhere no smoking is allow-ow-ow-ow-cd " No smoking is alloivcd . The cloud had passedtlie genial weed had the strife
, puffed away , And collee AVO were sipping , as in mild domestic life ; When out spoke B ., with force of all the Royal Artilleree , " If any one doth smoke in here , the gas put out shall he-e-o-e-e . " " "" The gas put out shall be . " ' He spoke and ere we gentle knihts could blandl
g y interspose , Ihe great man s hoot , with heavy tread , fell on our Avretched toes : < T w f 7 ' and in tlle dark > wo hintcd ratlier loud We had rather pay for dinners Avhere the smoking is allow-ow-ow-ow-ed . " The smoking is alWed .
MORAL . Now all you sanguine Tempulars ivho cater for the rest 1 ray let a quiet friend ' s advice he on your mind impress'd : One chsh III call "Cool Cheek' ; Avas fair , the other of « Efot Broil , " Is likely , if repeated off , your little gamc _ to spo-o-o-o-oil .
Your little game to spoil . A . BLANK , BiAxVK STKEET , P-JP ' I ) C 1 ) t y ' Com ]} 0 se > ' ° f t / le Hues . Late p . m ., 8 th . Dec , 1865 .
L'ENVOI . How dear to mo the hour Avhen daylight dies If to some friendl y lodge I wish to go ; "' 1 or then soit fumes of sweet cigars arise And memory whispers , " Cave B d Row . "
For I have watched the flash of thought that nlavs Among tlie great folk * of the Iron Chest , Irue Stuart men , like James of other days They blow their counterblast— you know the rest