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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

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

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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