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New Zealand Tablet, 16 November 1916, Page 28

. The . JN on-Advertiser Breathes there a Man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said : ‘ My trade of late is getting bad, i’ll try another two-inch ad.’ If such there be, go mark him well, Bor him no bank, account shall swell, No angel watch the golden stair To welcome him a millionaire; The man who never asks for trade, By local lines or ad. displayed. Cares more for rest than worldly gain And patronage must give him pain. Tread lightly, friends, let no rude sound Disturb his solitude profound. Here let him live in calm repose, Unsought by men (except he owes), And when he dies, go plant him dee];, r 1 hat nought may break his dreamless sleep, Where no rude clamor may dispell The {jiiiet that he loved so well. And that the world may know its loss, Place on his grave a wreath, of moss, And on a stone above— Here lies A man who wouldn’t advertise.’