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

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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