Long, long ago a farmer named Lenine lived in Boscean. He had but one son, Frank Lenine, who was indulged into waywardness by both his parents. In addition to the farm servants, there was one, a young girl, Nancy Trenoweth, who especially ... Read more of The Spectre Bridegroom at Scary Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...



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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