a place in earth or heaven,
There's not a task to mankind given,
There's not a blessing or a woe,
There's not a whispered yes or no,
There's not a life, or death, or birth,
That has a feather's weight of worth--
Without a woman in it.

* * *

Here's to the friends we class as old,
And here's to those we class as new,
May the new soon grow; to us old,
And the old ne'er grow to us new.

A FEW TOASTS.

Woman. She needs no eulogy--she speaks for herself.

May we have the unspeakable good fortune to win a true heart,
and the merit to keep it.

May we never murmur without cause and never have cause to
murmur.

Woman. The fairest work of the great Author; the edition is
large and no man should be without a copy.

Happy are we met, happy have we been,
Happy may we part, and happy meet again.

May Satan cut the toes of all our foes,
That we may know them by their limping.

The man we love--he who thinks the most good and speaks the
least ill of his neighbors.

* * *

Our National birds--
The American eagle, the Thanksgiving turkey.
May the one give us peace in all our States--
And the other a piece for all our plates.

* * *

Here's to the girls of the American shore,
I love but one, I love no more,
Since she's not here to drink her part,
I'll drink her share with all my heart.

A little health, a little wealth,
A little house and freedom,
With some few friends for certain ends,
But little cause to need 'em.

* * *

Col. Lovell H. Jerome, who resigned as second lieutenant
Second United States Cavalry, in 1879, and now repels the
invading smuggler in New York City, brought a new toast to the
Hoffman House bar recently:

To the ladies,
Our arms your defense,
Your arms our recompense,
Fall in!
--_New York Sun_.

THREE GREAT COMMANDERS.

May we always be under the orders of General Peace, General
Plenty and General Prosperity.

We now toast the superb Electric Flag of the people with every
honorable Elk who has beautified and made memorable these
pleasures of the Queen City.--_Cincinnati, July, 1904_.

* * *

Though there's many a slip twixt the cup and the lip,
Yet, while o'er the brim of life's breaker I dip,
While there's life