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To-Day: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

Ho! stand to your glasses steady! 'Tis all we have left to prize A cup to the dead already, - Hurrah for the next that dies.— BARTHOLOMEW DOWLING — Revelry in

India India. And he that will this health deny, let Down among the dead men let him lie. him lie.— DYER — Published in the early part of

the reign of George I. Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine;— BEN JONSON — The Forest. To Celia.

Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes. To the old, long life and treasure; To the young, all health and pleasure.— BEN JONSON — Metamorphosed Gipsies.

Third Song. The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth, "Now the king drinks to Hamlet."— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 288.

Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen. Here's to the widow of fifty; Here's to the flaunting, extravagant quean; that's thrifty - . And here's to the housewife that's thrifty. Chorus: Let the toast pass, Drink to the lass, I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.— R. B. SHERIDAN — School for Scandal. Act III. Sc. 3. Song.

First pledge our Queen this solemn night, every guest; Then drink to England, every guest; That man's the best Cosmopolite All Round Who loves his native country best. .— TENNYSON — Hands

S. Here's a health to the lass with the merry black eyes! Here's a health to the lad with the blue ones! and Black.— WM. WINTER — Blue and Black.

TOBACCONISTS (See OCCUPATIONS)..

Out of Eternity The new Day is born; Into Eternity At night will return.— CARLYLE-TO — Day.

To-day is ours; what do we fear? here. To-day is ours; we have it may . Let's treat it kindly, that it Wish, at least, with us to stay Let's banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belongs to-morrow.— ABRAHAM COWLEY — Anacreontique. The Epicure. L. 7.

Days that need borrow No part of their good morrow, From a fore-spent night of sorrow.— RICHARD CRASHAW — Wishes to his (Supposed) Mistress. St. 27.

What dost thou bring to me, O fair To-day, That comest o'er the mountains with swift feet?— JULIA C. R. DORR — To-Day.

Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day. C.— DRYDEN — Imitation of Horace. Bk. III. Ode XXIX. L. 65. L. 65.

Nothing that is can pause or stay; The moon will wax, the moon will wane, The mist and cloud will turn to rain, The rain to mist and cloud again, To-morrow be to-day.— LONGFELLOW — Kéramos. L. 34.