‘True,’ says a third, and winking as he spoke,
‘Though well he stood the Fire, he can’t the Smoke.’
‘Aye,’ says the Doctor, sagely, ‘it a fact is,
‘Tobacco fumes corrode for want of practice;
‘Coming in contact with the [Mesentery],
‘Sickness produce, and sometimes Dysentery.’
‘Aye,’ says another, cramming up his Snuff,
‘One at a time, the Cascade’s quite enough.’
‘Come, Newcome,’ says the Doctor, ‘once more try;
‘Of this you’ll get the better bye and bye.’