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Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...



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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