They were shown into a room in the inn, already thronged with strangers. These were students on their way to Heidelberg. They were sitting round a table, almost enveloped in smoke; and were hymning praises to their loved companion--beer. As being in harmony with the moustaches, beard, and bandit propensities--which true bürschen delight to cultivate--they received the strangers with an unfriendly stare, and continued to vociferate their chorus. Sir Henry, a little dismayed at the prospect before them, called for the landlord and his bill of fare; and had the pleasure of discovering, that the provisions had been consumed, and that two hours would elapse, before more could be procured. At this announcement, Delmé looked somewhat blank. One of the students, observing this, approached, and apologising, in English, for their voracity, commenced conversing with the landlord, as to the best course to be pursued towards obtaining supper. His comrades, seeing one of their number speaking with the travellers, threw off some part of their reserve, and made way for them at the table. George and Henry accepted the proffered seats, although they declined joining the drinking party. The students, however, did not appear at ease. As if to relieve their embarrassment, one of them addressed the young man, with whom Sir Henry had conversed. "Carl! it is your turn now! if you have not a song, we must have an original story." Carl at once complied, and related the following. The First Story. Perhaps some of you remember Fritz Hartmann and his friend Leichtberg. They were the founders of the last new liberty club, and were famous at _renowning_. These patriots became officers of the Imperial Guard, and at Vienna were soon known for their friendship and their gallantries. Fritz had much sentiment and imagination; but some how or other, this did not preserve him from inconstancy. If he was always kind and gentle, he was not always faithful. His old college chums had the privilege of joking him on these subjects; and we always did so without mercy. Fritz would sometimes combat our assertions, but they ordinarily made him laugh so much, that a stranger would have deemed he assented to their truth. One night after the opera, the friends supped together at Fritz's. I was of the party, and brought for my share a few bottles of Johannisberg, that had been sent me by my uncle from the last vintage. Over these we got more than usually merry, and sang all the songs and choruses of Mother Heidelberg, till the small hours arrived. The sitting room we were in, communicated on one side with the bedroom;--on the other, with a little closet, containing nothing but some old trunks. This last was closed, but there was a small aperture in the door, over which was a slight iron lattice work. The officer who had last tenanted Fritz's quarters, had kept pheasants there, and had had this made on purpose.