HERE'S TO THE MAIDEN OF BASHFUL FIFTEEN.

Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen, Now to the widow of fifty; Here's to the flaunting extravagant quean, And here's to the housewife that's thrifty: Let the toast pass, Drink to the lass— I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.

Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize, Now to the damsel with none, sir; Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes, And now to the nymph with but one, sir: Let the toast pass, Drink to the lass— I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.

Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow, Now to her that's as brown as a berry; Here's to the wife with a face full of woe, And now to the damsel that's merry: Let the toast pass, Drink to the lass— I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.

For let her be clumsy, or let her be slim, Young or ancient, I care not a feather; So fill up a bumper, nay, fill to the brim, And let us e'en toast 'em together: Let the toast pass, Drink to the lass— I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.

R. B. Sheridan.