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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

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

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...



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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