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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...



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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