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Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

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

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...



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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