C.S. CALVERLY.


ON RECEIPT OF A RARE PIPE.

I lifted off the lid with anxious care,

Removed the wrappages, stripe after stripe,

And when the hidden contents were laid bare,

My first remark was: "Mercy, what a pipe!"

A pipe of symmetry that matched its size,

Mounted with metal bright,—a sight to see;

With the rich amber hue that smokers prize,