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My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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



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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