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Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...



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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