The Silver Ore Of Pure Charity Is

O Lord, Sir - When A Heroine Goes Mad She Always Goes Into White Satin.

Here 's To The Maiden Of Bashful Fifteen; Here 's To The Widow Of Fifty; Here 's To The Flaunting, Extravagant Queen, And Here 's To The Housewife That 's Thrifty! Let The Toast Pass; Drink To The Lass; I 'll Warrant She 'll Prove An Excuse For The Glass.

Egad, I Think The Interpreter Is The Hardest To Be Understood Of The Two!

Steal! To Be Sure They May; And, Egad, Serve Your Best Thoughts As Gypsies Do Stolen Children,-disfigure Them To Make 'em Pass For Their Own.

If The Thought Is Slow To Come, A Glass Of Good Wine Encourages It; And When It Does Come, A Glass Of Good Wine Rewards It.