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The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

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

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

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



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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