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23614	Herford, Oliver	Happy Days			.txt	text/plain	1050	183	96	STAIRS: A TOAST 29 If but Fashion stay? Health to her type! Dry nurse of infancy, _A health_ to our floor! One man's music's To The Publisher!--Drink! May she awake to life some day Here's to the man who invented stairs So let his name go down to fame, Saint and Sorceress and Queen! Queen, whose rod her slaves adore! In the palm of thy hand, How one day thy ghost He reads through thy soul, Then he looks at the basket, Then looks at the scroll; And frowns for one long if thy Fall into the basket May he soften his heart Long account he shall look, "The Lord gives you Credit A health to King Neptune, And we'll never stop toasting him We drink your health, O Waiter! From old age, gout, or sudden death!-Here's to our Readers, Health! good Looks! And may they live to read our Books	./cache/23614.txt	./txt/23614.txt