The large bearded man was up once more. "I rise to object. There isn't any such place. The com--commanding general'll put him in irons for misrepresenting the sidereal system. There's only heaven, hell, and the enemy.--_Yaaaaih, Yaai.... Yaaai, yaaaah, yaaaaih!_ Certainly, sergeant. The pleasure is mine, sir. Don't mention it, I beg. Mum's the word!" "The moon on the tower slept soft as snow"-- "Gee-whiz! what a snowball! Didn't the tower break down? No! You amaze me. Go on, Eddy, go on. We know the natural feelings of a sophomore." "And who was not thrilled in the strangest way As we heard him sing, while the gas burned low, '_Non ti scordar di me?_'" "What's that? Wait a minute, Eddy! Let's get the words. I always did want a chance at German.--Now you say them slowly and we'll repeat.... Why, man alive, you ought to be proud of your linguistic accomplishments!... Well, I'll begin, and we'll fire by platoons. "Non ti scordar di me?--" "Attention! Company A!" "Non ti scordar di me?-- Non ti scordar di me?" "Very good! We'll get the meaning after we learn the words. Company B!" "Non ti scordar di me?" "Well roared, Bottom! Company C!" "Non ti scordar di me?" "Look out, or General Banks'll be sending over Tom's Brook to know what's the matter! Company D!" "Non ti scordar di me?" "Company D goes to the head of the class! Company E!" "Non ti scordar di me?" "'Ware pine cones! Company E's shaking them down.... This class's getting too big. Let's all learn the words together, so's Private Horsemanden can go on with his piece! Attention, 65th! Make ready! Take aim! Fire!" "NON TI SCORDAR DI ME?" "Now Eddy.... Oh, yes, you go on! You aren't going to cheat us that way. We want to know what happened when they stopped talking German! Hasn't anything happened yet." "Non ti--" "Sh! Go on, Eddy boy, and tell us exactly what occurred." Private Edwin Horsemanden had pluck as well as sentiment, and he went on. Moreover he had his revenge, for at bottom the 65th was itself tender-hearted, not to say sentimental. It believed in lost loves and lost blossoms, muslin dresses, and golden chains, cypress shades and jasmine flowers, "And the one bird singing alone to his nest, And the one star over the tower." The 65th sighed and propped its chin on its hand. Presently the 65th grew misty-eyed. "Then I smelt the smell of that jasmine flower She used to wear in her breast It smelt so faint and it smelt so sweet.--"