to your hair, my loved one,
A toast to your beautiful hair!
It rests like a crown
Of unmatchable brown
On your brow so pure and fair.
There's a charm in its lightness,
An air in its brightness,
That tangled my heart in its snare.
Then pledge me, my fair one,
My loved one, my rare one,
A toast to your beautiful hair!

--_Bayard Bacon._

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Woman. The fairest work of the great Author. The edition is
large and no man can afford to be without a copy.

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He is the half part of a blessed man,
Left to be finished by such as she.

--_Shakespeare._

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To Friendship--it improves happiness and abates misery, by
the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our
grief.--_Cicero._

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Ho gentlemen! lift your glasses up--
Each gallant, each swain and lover--
A kiss to the beads that brim in the cup
A laugh for the foam spilt over!
For the soul is a-lift and the heart beats high,
And care has unloosened its tether;
"Now drink," said the sage, "for tomorrow we die!"
So let's have a toast together.

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Swing the goblet aloft; to the lips let it fall;
Then bend you the knee to address her;
And to drink gentle sirs, to the queen of us all--
To the Woman that's Good--God bless her!--
And I pledge my last toast, ere I go to my rest--
O fortunate earth to possess her!--
To the dear tender heart in the little white breast
Of the Woman that's Good--God bless her!

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Here's to the girl that's good and sweet
Here's to the girl that's true,
Here's to the girl that rules my heart--
In other words, Here's to you.

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Here's to the land of the shamrock so green,
Here's to each lad and his darling coleen
Here's to the ones we love dearest and most
And may God save old Ireland,--that's an Irishman's toast.

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A toast to Thanksgiving,
A Paean of Praise,
A health to our forefathers brave;
May we honor the deeds
They have done in the past,
Hold sacred all that they gave.

--_Estelle Foreman._

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AN ENGLISHMAN'S FRANK TOAST.