68 POETRY OF SMOKE. 



Pursue his way, and live his day, 

 As runs Time's changing sand ; 



Let him delight, by day and night, 

 In his peculiar brand. 



But as for me, I love to be 



Provided with a pipe ; 

 A rare eld bowl, to warm my soul, 



A meerschaum, brown and ripe 

 Not good plug cut, no stump or butt, 



Nor filthy gutter snipe. 



My joys increase ! It brings me peace, 



As nothing else can do ; 

 From all the strife of daily life, 



Here my relief is true. 

 I watch its rings ; it purrs and sings 



And, then, it's cheaper, too ! 



Detroit Tribune. 



CHOOSING A WIFE BY A PIPE 

 OF TOBACCO. 



TUBE, I love thee as my life ; 

 By thee I mean to choose a wife. 

 Tube, thy color let me find, 

 In her skin, and in her mind. 

 Let her have a shape as fine ; 

 Let her breath be sweet as ti ; ne ; 

 Let her, when her lips I kiss, 

 Burn like thee, to give me bliss ; 



