They open new cemeteries, but they leave us to our ignominy.

They mend the streets, but they never mend anything that is about us or belongs to us.
Look at that coffin of mine--yet I tell you in its day it was a piece of furniture that would have attracted attention in any drawing-room in this city.

You may have it if you want it--I can't afford to repair it.
Put a new bottom in her, and part of a new top, and a bit of fresh lining along the left side, and you'll find her about as comfortable as any receptacle of her species you ever tried.

No thanks--no, don't mention it-- you have been civil to me, and I would give you all the property I have got before I would seem ungrateful.

Now this winding-sheet is a kind of a sweet thing in its way, if you would like to--No?
Well, just as you say, but I wished to be fair and liberal--there's nothing mean about ME.
Good-by, friend, I must be going.