Chorus.-- The master and the misteress, etc. Hoffmann, in the mean time, had seated himself at the harpsichord, and drew a quodlibet from the most varied Burschen songs, leaping from one to the other, and interweaving phantasy-pieces between them. The platform in the chamber enabled the company to sing the Bavarian Folks'-song, "The Binschgauer." One chorus placed itself on the platform with the punch-glasses, the other remained by the steaming bowl. Hoffmann accompanied them on the harpsichord. THE BINSCHGAUER'S PILGRIMAGE. The Binschgauer would a pilgrimage go, Fain would they go singing, but how they did not know, Zschahi! Zschahe! Zschaho! etc. etc. The Binschgauer have got there, Now take heed that ev'ry one his knapsack bear, Zschahi! Zschahe! Zschaho! etc. etc. The Binschgauer far from their homescenes have gone; They saw many cities, and far around were known. Zschahi, Zschahe, Zschaho! etc. etc. The Binschgauer long through joy and sorrow run, Till high the holy pinnacles glanced i' the evening sun. Zschahi, Zschahe, Zschaho! etc. etc. The Binschgauer wended about that dome renowned, The vane-staff was broken, yet still the vane turned round. Zschahi, Zschahe, Zschaho! etc. etc. The Binschgauer entered the holy dome within, The saints were all asleep, and woke not with their din. Zschahi, Zschahe, Zschaho! etc. etc.