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How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

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

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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...



IN THE OL' TOBACKER PATCH.








I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to do,
When I think about them days we used to spend
A hoein' out tobacker in th' clearin'--me an' you--
An' a wishin' that the day was at an end.
For the dewdrops was a sparklin' on the beeches' tender leaves
As we started out a workin' in the morn;
An' th' noonday sun was sendin' down a shower of burnin' sheaves
When we heard the welcome-soundin' dinner-horn.
An' th' shadders round us gathered in a sort of ghostly batch,
'Fore we started home from workin' in that ol' tobacker patch.

I'm a feelin' mighty lonesome, as I look aroun' to-day,
For I see th' change that's taken place since then.
All th' hills is brown and faded, for th' woods is cleared away;
You an' me has changed from ragged boys to men;
You are livin' in th' city that we ust to dream about;
I am still a dwellin' here upon the place,
But my form is bent an' feeble, which was once so straight and
stout,
An' there's most a thousand wrinkles on my face.
You have made a mint of money; I, perhaps have been your match,
But we both enjoyed life better in that ol' tobacker patch.

S.Q. LAPIUS.





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