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

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

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

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



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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