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  re-inhaled tobacco smoke his clouds and try them against the sky's limits! 

TRACT

I will teach you my townspeople how to perform a funeral— for you have it over a troop of artists— unless one should scour the world— you have the ground sense necessary.

See! the hearse leads. I begin with a design for a hearse. For Christ's sake not black— nor white either— and not polished! Let it be weathered— like a farm wagon— with gilt wheels (this could be applied fresh at small expense) or no wheels at all: a rough day to drag over the ground.

Knock the glass out! My God—glass, my townspeople! For what purpose? Is it for the dead to look out or for us to see how well he is housed or to see 