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

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....



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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