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Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

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

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

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

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...



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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