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A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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



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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