All should pass away
Why should Woman pine,
If but Fashion stay?

Tho' the Muses' lore
Molder on the shelf,
Still may She adore
In Fashion's glass--Herself.

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_To The Typewriter_

Here's to the Typewriter!
Health to her type!
Whether blond or brunette
Or budding or ripe.
If she be the right type
Be she buxom or slight,
When she doesn't type wrong
She is sure to typewrite.

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THE FLOOR

Here's to the floor,
Our best friend of all,
Who sticks to us close
In the time of our fall.
When benches are fickle
And tables betray
And rugs are revolving,
He meets us half-way.
Our stay and support,
When we can't stand alone,
With the floor for a backer,
We'll never be thrown.
Here's to our friend,
In life's every stage!
Dry nurse of infancy,
Wet nurse of age!
_A health_ to our floor!
Supporter and stay;
Though he often be full,
May he never give way!

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_To Music_

Here's to Music,
Joy of joys!
One man's music's
Another man's noise.

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To The Publisher!--Drink!
Let his virtue be shown
In the _Good Works_ of others
If not in his own.

TO THE PUBLISHER

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Here's looking
at you, dear!
though I should pour
A sea of wine,
my eyes would
thirst for more.

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Here's to the Dove of Peace!
May she find a mate some day,
And may her tribe increase
As fast as she can lay!

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With cooing doves galore
Then may the sky be dark
Until the Dogs of War
Can't see each other bark!

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Here's to the Clock!
Whose hands, we pray heaven,
When we come home at three,
Have stopped at eleven!

TO THE CLOCK

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Here's to Hope,
the child of Care,
And pretty sister
of Despair!
Here's hoping that
Hope's children shan't
Take after their Grandma
or Aunt!

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TO LIBERTY

Here's to our Goddess, Liberty,
Idol of bronze and stone!
May she awake to life some day
And let her charms be known.

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STAIRS
A TOAST

Here's to the man who invented stairs
And taught our feet to soar!
He was the first who ever burst
Into a second floor.

The world would be downstairs to-day
Had he not found the key;
So let his name go down to fame,
Whatever it may be.

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TO OUR LAD