And of our brethren is there one departed-- By pale Death summoned in his bloom? We weep, and wish him peace, all saddest hearted, Peace to our brother's silent tomb. We weep and wish that peace may dwell In our dear brother's silent cell. Very frequently in the students' drinking companies they sing a roundelay, as we lately saw at the evening peep at them at Hoffmann's rooms, where each one sings in turn a song, or, at least, a strophe. This, as we have seen, they term a Sauf-Comment, which we may look at a little more closely, as it is sometimes attended with variations. The president of the Sauf-Comment sings,-- There goes a drinking-law oar table all around, around, There goes a drinking-law our table all around. Ten quarts and yet one-a Ye knew well what I think on-a. Ten measures and ten mo, Fidibum! let one now go, let one now go, let one now go! Or, Three time three are nine-a, Ye know well what I opine-a. There goes a drinking-law our table all around! When all have sung round till it comes to one who can find no more song to sing, the Chore then sings-- Our brother, N. N. To pitch, to pitch, is turned again. Draw thou white-horse good, Up to the knees in mud, etc. The student has, again, other songs for festive celebrations and for fun, as for the initiation of the Foxes, by the Fox-ride; for the Commers; for the departure from the university; nor is he at all wanting in songs proper for a serenade to his beloved. Love, Wine, Fatherland, Friendship, of them the poets of a former age have sung, and of them sing the poets of our own. These the songs of the student celebrate, and the son of the Muses does not forget to enjoy his wine while he sings of it, well knowing how very often the other things exist rather in idea than in actuality. And who should be more in the humour to sing a merry song than the student, who revels in the enjoyment of the serene present, perhaps shutting out a darker future from his eyes, which is yet separated from him by his examination. This happy time, free from all cares, which darken the later life of him who grasps at riches or at the phantom of renown; this time, he knows well, comprehends but a few years,--"but the whole of life," thinks he philosophically enough, "is but a span of time, therefore let us the more enjoy these years, and celebrate with song the felicity of youth." In this spirit they often sing and act with great glee the following comic piece: AN UNBOUNDED JOLLITY.