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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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