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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

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

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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



THE PIPE YOU MAKE YOURSELF.








There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes as well,
There's plain pipes an' fancy pipes--things jes made to sell;
But any pipe that kin be bought fer marbles, chalk, or pelf,
Ain't ekal to the flaver of th' pipe you make yourself.

Jest take a common corn cob an' whittle out the middle,
Then plug up one end of it as tight as any fiddle;
Fit a stem into th' side an' lay her on th' shelf,
An' when she's dry you take her down, that pipe you made yourself.

Cram her full clar to th' brim with nachral leaf, you bet--
'T will smoke a trifle better for bein' somewhat wet--
Take your worms and fishin' pole, and a jug along for health,
An' you'll get a taste o' heaven from that pipe you made yourself.

There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes as well,
There's plain pipes an' fancy pipes--things jes made to sell;
But any pipe that kin be bought for marbles, chalk, or pelf,
Ain't ekal to th' flayer of the pipe you make yourself.

HENRY E. BROWN.





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