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

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

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

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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



MY FRIENDLY PIPE.








Let sybarites still dream delights
While smoking cigarettes,
Whose opiates get in their pates
Till waking brings regrets;
Oh, let them doze, devoid of woes,
Of troubles, and of frets.

And let the chap who loves to nap
With his cigar in hand
Pursue his way, and live his day,
As runs time's changing sand;
Let him delight by day and night
In his peculiar brand.

But as for me, I love to be
Provided with a pipe,--
A rare old bowl to warm my soul,
A meerschaum brown and ripe,--
With good plug cut, no stump or butt,
Nor filthy gutter-snipe.

My joys increase! It brings me peace
As nothing else can do;
From all the strife of daily life
Here my relief is true.
I watch its rings; it purrs and sings--
And then it's cheaper, too!

_Detroit Tribune_.





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