May we have heads to earn and hearts to spend.
Here's wishing us all more friends and less heed of them.
May we ever be able to serve a friend, and noble enough to conceal it.
THE SPHERE OF WOMAN.
They talk about a woman's sphere as though it had a limit;
There's not 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.