He cursed the martyr’d Raleigh,
He cursed the mild cigar,
He traced to pipe and cabbage leaf
Consumption and catarrh;
He railed at simple bird’s-eye,
By freshmen only tried,
And with rude and bitter jest assailed
The yard of clay beside.
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When suddenly full twenty pipes,
And weeds full twenty more
Were seen to rise at signal,
Where none were seen before.
No mouth but puffed out gaily
A cloud of yellow fume,
And merrily the curls of smoke
Went circling ’thro the room.