As they do not return from such a Commers, at the earliest, till the noon or the evening of the next day, all kind of follies and madcap playfulness are resorted to, to make the time pass merrily. Amongst these may be classed the "Lord of Fools." A great throne is built up of tables and chairs, upon which one of the students is placed. He is equipped as a king, with his crown, sceptre, and other insignia. The others are his devoted subjects, who bring him a great humper, or large glass, such as every Chore possesses. The Prince of Fools now sings:-- THE PRINCE OF FOOLS. Prince.--I am the Prince of fooling, Here, o'er the topers ruling; And ye the gods do send on, My Princeship to attend on. All-- To wait on your divineness, With wine of every fineness, That's why we here are standing, All at your dread commanding. Prince.--Ye sportsmen with your thunder Shoot me the foxes under, And ye there all before us, Blow in your horns a chorus. All.-- 'Ith horn, 'ith horn, 'ith hunter's horn, 'Ith horn, 'ith horn, 'ith hunter's horn, Drink off, drink off, thou Prince of Fools. Drink off, drink off, thou Prince of Fools. As they sing this, he empties his humper. The Prince.--What helps me now my lofty throne, My sceptre, wad my Burschen-crown? What helps me now my high command? I lay it down in N. N.'s hand! He now descends from the throne, and the next takes his place, till it has thus gone the whole round. The convivial meeting sits till late in the night; and the next day they amuse themselves with all kinds of frolics and merriments, in which the Red Fisherman often becomes the butt of no gentle jokes. They sometimes make processions through the village at the head of which one of them rides on the back of the Red Fisherman, or on an ass. They climb the neighbouring ruined castles, which are perched on the mountains, and let their songs thence resound over the country. These gambols and outbreaks of youthful spirits, full of life, strength, and enjoyment, and which thus are ready to overleap all bounds in the excitement of leaving behind for a day or so all study, and giving themselves up in fine weather, and beautiful scenery, to the full swing of their fancies and feelings, especially such a troop of youngsters being together, have always characterized the students. An old popular ballad describes their pranks in these rural Commerses, as far back as 1650; probably then a little more freely indulged in than at present. WAYS OF THE STUDENTS.