1918 Home Brewed Wines and Beers and Bartender's Guide

H03IE BREWED WINES, BEERS, LiIQUEURS, ETC.

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May we either say nothing of the absent, or speak of them like a friend. The first duty of bachelors—to ringi the city belles. May good fortune follow you all your days (and never catch irp with you). The grace that every man desires— the good graces of woman. May the barque of friendship never founder in the well of deception. May we have the wit to discover what is true and practice what is good. Here's to one another and one other whoever he or she may be. May true love always gain its object. May those who are single get wives to their mind: And those who are married true hap piness find. May the chicken never be hatched that will scratch on your grave. May the sons of freedom increase and multiply. Hay friendship propose the toast, and sincerity drink it. May we never make a sword of our tongues to wound the reputation of others. May your wine add wings to old time, but not make us insensible of his flight. May the best day we have seen be the worst that is to come. May we always mingle in the friend ly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul. Fill the bumper fair! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle. While we live let us live in clover. For when we're dead we're dead all over. May we never give way to melan choly, but always be merry in the right place. May we ever be able to serve a friend and noble enough to conceal it. Wit—a very cheap commodity when uttered at the expense of good breed ing and good sense. Here's to you—may you always be good, but not too good. To the lady we love and the friend we trust. Here's to the American Eagle—the liberty bird that permits no liberties. The man we love—he who thinks most good and speaks less ill of his neighbor. May we never murmur without cause. n6VGr nav© causo to murmur.

Here's to the merry old world And the days—be they bright or blue— Here's to the Fates, let them bring what they may— But the best of them—that's you! Here's a toast to all who are here. No matter where you're from; May the best days you have seen Be worse than your worst to come. I drink it as the fates ordain it. Come, fill it, and have one with rhymes; Pill up the lonely glass, and drain it In merpory of dear old times. Happy are we met, Happy have we been, Happy may we part. And happy meet again. May Dame Fortune ever smile on you; but never her daughter—Miss Fortune. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used. Here's to the girls of the American shore, I love but one, I love no more; Since she's not here to drink her part I drink her share with all my heart! The land we live in—let him who doesn't like it leave it. Industry—the right hand of fortune, the grave of care and, the cradle of content. May we kiss whom we please. And please whom we kiss. Merit to gain a heart, and sense to keep it. Money to him that has the spirit to use it. More friends and less need of them. May those who deceive us, be always deceived: May the sword of justice be swayed by the hand of mercy. May the brow of the brave never want a wreath. May we be slaves to nothing but our duty, and friends to nothing but real merit. May he that turns his back on his friend, fail into the hands of his enemy. May honor be the commander when love takes the field. May reason guide the helm when passion blows the gale. May those who would enslave become slaves themselves. May genius and merit never want a friend. May the road to happiness be lighted by virtue. THE END