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

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

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...



A LOSS.








How hard a thing it is to part
From those we love and cherish;
How deeply does it pain one's heart
To know all things must perish!

And when a friend and comrade dear
Is lost to us forever,
We feel how frail are all things here,
Since e'en best friends must sever.

I, too, have lost a friend, who broke
Its power when care was near me;
And troubles disappeared in smoke
When he was by to cheer me.

But as friends fall when valued most,
Like fruit that over-ripe is.
My loved companion I have lost,--
That friend my meerschaum pipe is!

_Judy_ (1873).





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