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Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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



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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