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Show The following might deeorilio what will beoumo of tho eheepmuu who doou uut adverliee: BreatheB tLero u man with a soul so dead, Who never to himself baa eald : 'My trade o lato U getting bad, I'll tiy uuotLor tcu-iuuh ad." If such there be, go mnrk him well; .or-b.Lm.aoJiun'-t-iiciou.cJt-ub-U-ttwollifc No uugols vatcb tho goldou atar To woioome home tho millionaire. The man who never nhk for tuulo Uy local lino or ud displayed, Cares more for rent than worldly gain, Aud pntronaae but ivea him pain. Tread lightly, triouda, lei no rude sound Disturb his solitude profcund, lleio lot him llvo in uultn rupoao, UuEought except by men ho owa, And when ho dies go plant him dorp, That naught may break his dreumloda ideep; Whero i)j rude cluinor may dispel The quiet that he loved no voll. And when the world may know Its lops, PIkco on his pravo u 'wreath of moes, Aud on a stone above, "Hero Ilea A ohump who wouldn't advertise. " Ex. |