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duct your friend with pride. Let it not be littered with the straw wigwams which protected the bottles ere yet you drew them into your own ensheltering pale. Remove those garish papers of primrose yellow and cold hard magenta which shrouded the taper elegance of your Hocks, or the mighty bulks of the giant guardsmen of Champagne, and drill their wearers with precision; for henceforth they are to be your Yeomen of the Guard, and not one of them but will quicken you with some bright jest or troll you off some score of merry songs. A brave tenant is worth a noble home; see you that he gets it. Let all be in order and in place: as in the heaven above, so in the earth beneath. There is none to dispute that all wines have a body, these Titanic and
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