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My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

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

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

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



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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