Now,
my dears, a toast.
Be prepared.
To ourselves, the closely united family,
and to the dear strangers
who have joined us,
I allude to you, Jane Darling, and Edward,
and my dear Charles.
Does that mean that
we three may not drink?
Certainly not.
Drink to yourselves, to each other,
an d to the happiness
of us all. Good.
Oh, do be quiet, Charles.
Where was I?
Where was I?
Where was I?
To the happiness of us all, my love.
Thank you, Jane.
Here's a toast to each of us
and all of us together.
Here's a toast to happiness
and reasonable pride.
May our touch on life
be lighter than a seabird's
feather.
May all sorrows as we pass...
politely step aside.
A commonplace sentiment,
my dear Jasper.
Were there neither of you nor of
the moment?
Moments fly so swiftly, my love.
I thought what Jasper said was beautiful.
Hush, Emily.
Jane's chiding merely means
that she would have liked
to have thought of it herself.
Get on with the toast, Jasper.
Where was I?
Where was I?
Where was I?
Gasping in the deeps
of your own imagination, my
love. Thank you.
Now I drink to those of us who happily united,
ornament our family
and share our joy and pain.
Charles, my friend,
an d Edward, too, connubially plighted.
Last, my dears, but always best.
My own beloved Jane.
Charmingly put, my dear Jasper.
If a trifle pedantic.
I do my best, my love.
But my best is obviously unworthy.
Oh, do stop sparring, you two.
Sparring?
What a vulgar expression.
Where was I?
Where was I?
In command, my love.
As ordered.
Harriet married a soldier,
a man of pleasant birth,
A man of noble worth
and finely tempered steel.
Ready to die for the empire,
the son must never set
Upon this brave but yet ambiguous ideal.
So now, dear Charles, I am saluting you,
That never -setting son
shall call you blessed.
If far -off natives take to shoot ing you,
You will at least have done
your level best.
Harry had married a soldier,
May life be bright for him,
May night be right for him,
Forever and for e 'er.
Harry had married a soldier,
And in the matrimony
Harry had married a soldier,
Despite his stories in the field
He'll have to honour and obey,
And be defeated till
judgment day.
Oh, but how unfair of you all.
I'm as meek as a mouse.
Charles rules me with a rod of iron.
Oh, dear Harriet,
we salute your strategy
that makes him believe it.
Now we come to Emily,
whose progress has been steady.
Only married two short years
and three fat sons already.
You make me blush,
Jasper.
We count the twins as one.
Nevertheless, my love,
they are normal babies,
with a mouth each to feed.
Emily married a doctor,
a sentimental man,
A mild and gentle man of scientific mind,
Doing his best for the nation,
forever dutiful,
A really beautiful example to the rest of us,
A challenge to the best of us,
the noblest and the best of us combined.
I accept your tribute, Jasper,
while doubting its complete sincerity.
But the surface value
is warming enough.
I thank you, Jasper. Ed ward.
It played another tune.
I remember distinctly it played another
tune.
You mustn't ask too much of it.
It was a waltz.
Yes, yes, of course it was
a waltz.
Don't you remember?
We danced to it years later
at a ball before we were married.
It was this. It was this.
Heart and flowers, dreamy hours,
under skies of blue.
Two hearts so sweetly beat in tune,
Neath the midnight magic of the moon.
Petals falling, lovebirds softly calling,
life begins anew.
When Cupid's dawn
discloses the secret of the roses,
hearts and blood
I remember An nie
singing that tune
when she was doing the stairs.
I remember Nanny singing
it
when she was bathing Emily.
I remember Father humming
it between his teeth
when he was whacking me with a
slipper.
An excellent example
of two hearts beating to the tun e.
A cruel joke, Charles.
Back to the barracuda.
We found it inspiring enough,
did we not, my love?
Olympion, the loveliest sun
in the world.
Hearts and flowers bygone hours
How the time has flown
You wore white camellias in your hair
All you did was hold my hand and stare.
Have we altered?
Have our footsteps faltered
Through the years we've known?
When all our days are done, love,
There is still the only one love
You an d you alone
Forever, my heart
Till death do us part
You rang, Mr. Jasper?
Yes, Burroughs.
Would you like a little Madeira?
I should be honored, Mr. Jasper.
Here.
At your service, always.
Thank you.
Have I your permission
for a moment?
Certainly, Burroughs.
What is it?
The musical box.
There should be a little tune.
A little tune from the years that are dead.
Allow me.
I drink to you all, and to you, and ma 'am.
This house was happy
when there were children in it.
Let the angels guide you,
be good and brave and true.
Let the angels guide you,
oh, do, oh, do, oh, do.
Study smart and patient,
avoid each evil year.
Keep your conversation in order,
let it be pure.
Could they be recorded
in some indefinite place?
We always said you were just in case!
