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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

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

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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



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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