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

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...



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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