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

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

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

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

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

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

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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



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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