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

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

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...



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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