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not the first happy couple he had been the means of bringing together.
When it was his turn to deliver a toast in honor of the bride and groom, he rose, filled his glass, and holding it in his hand, declaimed from his favorite poet Schiller, and with an enthusiasm worthy the occasion:
""Honor to women! round Life they are wreathing
Roses, the fragrance of Heaven sweet-breathing!"
