SONG. Death olutchcd at one who laughed at Death, And drove the ghoul away. "Off, fool!" he cried, "and nave your breath, For I am hero to stay." Ho fears not Death who hath for friend A precious store of Royal Blend ! Grim Death himself would euro grow frisky Intpirod by Gilmour Thornton's Wuieky, -Adrt.
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Evening Post, Volume LXXVIII, Issue 95, 19 October 1909, Page 7
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55Page 7 Advertisements Column 3 Evening Post, Volume LXXVIII, Issue 95, 19 October 1909, Page 7
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