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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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 ...

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

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...



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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