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

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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



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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