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My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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

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

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



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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