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A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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, ...



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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