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A FACT.

Till, on a luckless day, an odor rose

Which, smelt by Dominie's repugnant nose,

Called for inspection.

Forthwith the nasal summons he obeyed,

And soon the tainted atmosphere betrayed

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A dormitory,

Where, armed with pipe and pouch, engaged in chat,

A dozen youthful cloud-compellers sat

In smoky glory.

"How dare you smoke?" quoth Dominie in rage;

Then turning to the most advanced in age,

"Come, sir, explain."

"Sir," said the lad, "I have a tooth which aches

Acutely, and I find that smoking takes

Away the pain."

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