Victorian Silver Tobacco Jar
- Item No.
Item Details
- Height:
6 5/8 Inches - Diameter:
5 Inches - Period:
19th Century - Origin:
England/Ireland
This outstanding Victorian silver covered tobacco jar boasts exceptional artistry. Crafted by William Henry Jackson in the 18th-century Dutch style, the canister is adorned with intricately applied, repousséd, and cast decoration, including the cast silver fellow carousing atop the lid and the delicately engraved poem, which compares tobacco to man's mortality, that encircles the sides. Tobacciana is one of the most popular areas of antique collecting today, with a large variety of items available. Few, however, are so exquisitely crafted as this astounding jar. This truly captivating container would make a handsome addition to any tobacciana collection.
Hallmarked London, 1885; marked "Watherston London" on underside
br> 5" diameter x 6 5/8" high
18.6 troy oz.
The engraved poem reads: "Tobacco is an Indian weed
Grows green at morn cut down at eve
It shows our decay man's life is but clay
Think of this when you're smoking Tobacco
The pipe that is so lily white
In which so many take delight
Is broke with a touch, man's life is but such
Think of this when you're smoking Tobacco
The smoke that does so high ascend
It shows man's life must have an end
When the vapour is gone, man's life is done
Think of this when you're smoking Tobacco
The ashes which are left behind
They serve to put us all in mind
That unto dust return we must
Think of this when you're smoking Tobacco"
Hallmarked London, 1885; marked "Watherston London" on underside
br> 5" diameter x 6 5/8" high
18.6 troy oz.
The engraved poem reads: "Tobacco is an Indian weed
Grows green at morn cut down at eve
It shows our decay man's life is but clay
Think of this when you're smoking Tobacco
The pipe that is so lily white
In which so many take delight
Is broke with a touch, man's life is but such
Think of this when you're smoking Tobacco
The smoke that does so high ascend
It shows man's life must have an end
When the vapour is gone, man's life is done
Think of this when you're smoking Tobacco
The ashes which are left behind
They serve to put us all in mind
That unto dust return we must
Think of this when you're smoking Tobacco"















