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Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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



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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