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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...



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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