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The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

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

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

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

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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

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

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

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



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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