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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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



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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