MEN LIKE PIPES. 



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A friend has left us,' or < Poor old Joe ; his pipe is out.' 

 We have all a certain supply of life, or, if we would pursue 

 the comparison, a share of tobacco. Some young men 

 smoke too rapidly, even voraciously, and thus exhaust their 

 share before their proper time, then we say they have 

 * lived too fast," or ' pulled at their pipes too hard.' Others, 

 on the contrary, make their limited supply go a long way, 

 and when they are taking their last puffs of life's perfumed 

 plant their energy is unimpaired ; they can run a race, walk 

 a mile with any one, and show few wrinkles upon their brow, 

 " A delicate person is like a pipe with a crack in the bowl, 



THE ARTIST. 



for it takes continued and careful pulling to keep his light 

 in ; and to take life is like willfully dashing a lighted pipe 

 from the mouth into fragments, and scattering the sparks to 

 the four winds of heaven. An artist is a good coloring pipe ; 



