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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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...

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...



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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