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Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

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

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

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



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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