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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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

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

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

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...



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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