THE ART OF BOOK-MAKING.
tal once more ss o be able to soar above titude, and to control ture.
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ttle gentleman in brigenance, h his bookseller.
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After all, t I, may not tion be implanted in aut not be taken care t to age, in spite of table decay of t produced?
e see t Nature o clime, in tain birds; so t animals, ter tly t, Natures carriers to disperse and perpetuate ies and ?ne ts of ancient and obsolete aut up by ts of predatory ers, and cast forto ?ouris in a remote and distant tract of time. Many of tempsyc o a modern play--and a sober preatise furnis is in t of stately pines, a progeny of dart up in trate trunk of a tree mouldering into