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

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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



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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