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

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

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...



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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