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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

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

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...



MY MEERSCHAUMS.








Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved,
High carved and plain, dark-hued and creamy,
Slim tubes for cigarettes reserved,
And stout ones for Havanas dreamy.

This cricket, on an amber spear
Impaled, recalls that golden weather
When love and I, too young to fear
Heartburn, smoked cigarettes together.

And even now--too old to take
The little papered shams for flavor--
I light it oft for her sweet sake
Who gave it, with her girlish favor.

And here's the mighty student bowl
Whose tutoring in and after college
Has led me nearer wisdom's goal
Than all I learned of text-book knowledge.

"It taught me?" Ay, to hold my tongue,
To keep a-light, and yet burn slowly,
To break ill spells around me flung
As with the enchanted whiff of Moly.

This nargileh, whose hue betrays
Perique from soft Louisiana,
In Egypt once beguiled the days
Of Tewfik's dreamy-eyed Sultana.

Speaking of color,--do you know
A maid with eyes as darkly splendid
As are the hues that, rich and slow,
On this Hungarian bowl have blended?

Can artist paint the fiery glints
Of this quaint finger here beside it,
With amber nail,--the lustrous tints,
A thousand Partagas have dyed it?

"And this old silver patched affair?"
Well, sir, that meerschaum has its reasons
For showing marks of time and wear;
For in its smoke through fifty seasons

My grandsire blew his cares away!
And then, when done with life's sojourning,
At seventy-five dropped dead one day,
That pipe between his set teeth burning!

"Killed him?" No doubt! it's apt to kill
In fifty year's incessant using--
Some twenty pipes a day. And still,
On that ripe, well-filled, lifetime musing,

I envy oft so bright a part,--
To live as long as life's a treasure;
To die of--not an aching heart,
But--half a century of pleasure!

Well, well! I'm boring you, no doubt;
How these old memories will undo one--
I see you've let your weed go out;
That's wrong! Here, light yourself a new one!

CHARLES F. LUMMIS.





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