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In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...



MY MEERSCHAUM PIPE.








Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe
Thy scarred and blackened form,
For thou to me wilt ever be--
Whate'er betides the storm--
A casket filled with memories
Of life's Auroral morn.

Thou once wert fair like ivory rare;
Spotless as lily white;
Thy curving lines, like tendril'd vines,
Were pleasing to the sight,
And in thine ample bowl there lurked
A promise of delight.

Like incense flung from censer swung
Before some sculptured shrine,
To float along with prayer and song
To realms of bliss divine,--
Ascend thy fragrant wreaths of smoke
And with my thoughts entwine.

Old pipe, old friend, o'er thee doth bend
The rainbow hues of life,
While sorrows roll across my soul,
And peace is turned to strife,
And Faith drifts o'er a sea of doubt
With desolation rife.

Alas, that man or pipe e'er can
Wax old or know decay;
Alas, that heart from heart must part,
Or Love can lose its sway.
And death in life should cast its pall
Athwart the troubled way.

Tho' love be cross'd, and friends are lost,
And severed every tie;
Tho' hopes are dead and joys have fled,
And darkened is the sky;
We yet can warm each other's hearts,
Old meerschaum pipe and I.

JOHNSON M. MUNDY.





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