's glad;
Saddest in her sadness when she's sad;
But her gladness when she's glad,
And her sadness when she's sad,
Aren't in it with her badness when she's bad.

* * * * *

I've toasted your eyes of blue, Marie,
I've toasted your hair of brown;
I've toasted your name with joyous glee
To every man in town.

I've done my best, so here's my plea.
Fair lady of winsome frown,
Could you decide to make for me
My toast of golden brown?

* * * * *

A TOAST OVER THE WEDDING CAKE.

A slice of love; a piece of joy;
A chunk of adoration;
A sliver of unfailing health,
And bridal concentration;
An atom of the groom's content;
The sweetness of the bride--
And may the crumbs of comfort
With both of them abide.

* * * * *

WHEN THE BRIDE BECOMES A MOTHER.

She has planted a family tree that branches forever; let us
drink to the dew of its roots and sip the April showers on
its buds, and the golden sun that shall never cease to shine
on its ripening fruit.

* * * * *

TO A BRIDE.

Happy is the bride whom the sun shines on,
And happy today are you;
May all of the glad dreams you have dreamed
In all of your life come true;
May every good there is in life
Step down from the years to you.

* * * * *

PICTURE OF A STORK.

Here's to the stork,
A most valuable bird,
That inhabits the residence districts
He doesn't sing tunes,
Nor yield any plumes,
But he helps out the vital statistics.

--_Portland Oregonian._

* * * * *

AT THE CHRISTENING OF A GIRL BABY.

Here's hoping that the little tot
We christened at the water
May live to take another name
And name another daughter.

* * * * *

THE BABIES.

We haven't all had the good fortune to be ladies; we have
not all been generals, or poets, or statesmen; but when the
toast works down to babies, we stand on common ground--for
we've all been babies.--_Samuel L. Clemens_ (_Mark Twain_).

* * * * *

WHEN THE OLD BACHELOR ANNOUNCES HIS ENGAGEMENT:

To the hour he found his courage;
To the smile that won his heart
With a little look of sweetness
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