And therefore filled he with beer that mighty glass, And drank it off the first unto that fair endearing--- A maiden yet whose name had scarcely met his hearing He held in hand, as sceptre, the solid room-door key, Thus acted he as chief, and to his realm gave he A sacred law, unpausing the measured draught to end; And oft his judge's arm let the heavy key descend. Wo unto him who then this law as rebel brake, When he that thunder-word _pro p[oe]na_, to him spake.\ Then must another measure his luckless throat o'erflow, Or stood he in great danger the damsel to forego. * * * * * "But now, ye Brothers--hoch! and let Selinda live. Vivat Selinda, hoch! with roughest throats now roar, Vivat Selinda, hoch! cry mightily once more! Shout for the third time--hoch!"--the very room did quiver, And on the long wet table the glasses ring and shiver. As in old Homer's story, upon the Trojan plain, Mars, like ten thousand men, sent forth a cry of pain, Till the whole army trembled, with rock, and hill, and valley, So trembled now this chamber with this Studenten sally. Then Torf her lovely countenance with such a beauty draws, That each one swearing gave a thundering applause. The Renommist then cried--who inly now grew warmer-- Here I myself do choose her--I choose her for my Charmer. "The fiend thou dost!" said Torf, right loath to give her o'er, But Raufbold straight defied him to twenty choppins more. Torf yielded up the contest--strength did his hope betray, And Leipsic's crown was thus far from the faint-heart drunk away. _The Renommist_. Certain songs belong to the conclusion of a Commers, or drinking meeting. With the last song, the glasses are turned upside down according to the old song, and the brother revellers, wish each other a good night. I take my dear glass in my hand And bear it to the Underland. I fetch again my glass so dear, And hold to th' right and to th' left ear. My glass unto my mouth set I, And drain it to the bottom dry. The right thing to the glass do we, What was above must under be. The glass must walk the land O! From one to th' other hand O! He who in drinking or singing shoots a buck--that is, has broken the rule--must _pro p[oe]na_, or in other words as a penalty, empty an extra choppin or two. He who often associates himself with a Commers, is called a Commers-brother. * * *