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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

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

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



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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