May fools make feasts, and wise men eat them.

Here's to the man who never lets his tongue cut his own throat.

Here's to the man who never quarrels with his bread and b.u.t.ter.

Here's to the man who never looks a gift-horse in the mouth.

Here's to the old bird that is not to be caught with chaff.

CONSERVATIVE.

A health to those ladies who set the example of wearing British productions.

May Her Majesty's Ministers ever have wisdom to plan our inst.i.tutions, and energy and firmness to support them.

Confusion to all demagogues.

May the productions of Britain's isle never be invaded by foreigners.

May the throne and the altar never want standing armies to back them.

Our old n.o.bility.

The man who builds up rather than he who pulls down.

The loyal adherents of the Queen and the true friends of the people.

The equilibrium of State, may it always be preserved.

The ancient ways.

Judicious reforms and reformers.

The universal advancement of the arts and sciences.

All our independent n.o.bles and n.o.ble hearts.

May the dispensers of justice ever be impartial.

May French principles never corrupt English manners.

May the interests of the monarch and monarchy never be thought distinct.

May the worth of the nation be ever inestimable.

May taxation be lessened annually.

May the Gallic c.o.c.k be always clipped by British valour if he crows too loud.

May the sword of justice be swayed by the hand of mercy.

May the seeds of dissension never find growth in the soil of Great Britain.

May the love of country be imprinted in every Briton's breast.

May our statesmen ever possess the justice of a More and the wisdom of a Bacon.

Queen and Country.

Liberty, not licence.

Confusion to all men who desert their party.

Party ties before all other ties.

The Queen: may she outlive her Ministers, and may they live long.

A lasting cement to all contending powers.

The protectors of commerce and the promoters of charity.

A revision of the code of criminal laws.

The Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne.

GASTRONOMIC.

Old England's roast beef: may it ever be the standing dish of Britons.

Our const.i.tutional friends--the Baron and the Sir-loin.

Roast beef: may it always enn.o.ble our veins and enrich our blood.

The roast beef of old England.

The Union dish: English beef, Scotch kale, and Irish potatoes.

ENGLISH.