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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...



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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