The _bean_ found out, and _monarch_ crown’d, He dubs a fool, and sends him round, To raise the frolic when it’s low-- Himself commands the wine to flow. Each watches for the king to quaff, When, all at once, up springs the laugh; They cry “The king drinks!” and away They shout a long and loud huzza! And when it’s ended comes the dance, And--thus is Twelfth-night spent in France. * [14] Rudge’s Gloucester. ~January 6.~ _Epiphany.--Old Christmas-day._ Holiday at the Public-offices. TWELFTH-DAY. It is only in certain rural parts of France that the merriments represented above still prevail. The engraving is from an old print, “I. Marriette ex.” inscribed as in the next column. “L’HIVER. _Les Divertissements du Roi-boit._ Loin dicy mille soins facheux, Que porte avec soy la coronne; Celle quá table Bacchus donne Ne fit jamais de malheureux.” This print may be regarded a faithful picture of the almost obsolete usage. During the holidays, and especially on Twelfth-night, school-boys dismiss “the cares and the fears” of academic rule; or they are regarded but as a passing cloud, intercepting only for an instant the sunshine of joy wherewith their sports are brightened. Gerund-grinding and parsing are usually prepared for at the last moment, until when “the master’s chair” is only “remembered to be forgotten.” There is entire suspension of the authority of that class, by whom the name of “Busby” is venerated, till “Black Monday” arrives, and chaises and stages convey the young Christmas-keepers to the “seat of government.” [Illustration: ~Dr. Busby’s Chair.~] Him! sui generis, alone, Busby! the great substantive noun! Whose look was lightning, and whose word Was thunder to the boys who heard, Is, as regards his long vocation, Pictured by this his great location. Look on it well, boys, and digest The symbols!--learn--and shun the rest!