The wine-elate, without estate,
And without castle 's rich and great.
Yes, gods we are when wine flows clear,
And old Olympus yet stands here.
The wine-elate, etc.
Join hand in hand; in Bacchus' land
All men are free, and equal stand.
O magic drink! thou noble wine!
The golden age for ever's thine.
Join hand in hand, etc.
Freisleben.--Our absent friends shall live! (They touch glasses.)
Mr. Traveller.--Will they return soon?
Von Kronen.--We expect them to-morrow, and their Christmas presents,
which their Frau Mamma and Mamsel have given them. Pittschaft will be
well packaged again, who would not on any account fail to spend his
Christmas-eve in his Father-city.
Mr. Traveller.--The exchange of gifts at Christmas, as it is practised
in Germany, pleases me much; and I am especially delighted with the
Christ-tree.
Von Kronen.--Have you seen the huge tree at the Sattlermüllerei,[45]
where the Hanseatic students hold their Christmas?
Mr. Traveller.--No. Do the students then also present each other with
Christmas gifts?
Von Kronen.--One or other of the Chores frequently amuse themselves
with this sport. I recollect that a society to which I belonged agreed
to exchange Christmas gifts, of which none was to cost more than six
kreutzer--twopence English money. The most droll things imaginable were
brought on the occasion.
Hoffmann.--The glee-wine is famous; it warms one right through and
through. Let us sing a beautiful song. He plays and all sing.
TABLE-SONG.
FROM GOETHE.
Heavenly joy entrances me
Far beyond exploring;
Shall it one day bear me up
To the star-lands soaring?
Yet, in truth, remaining here,
More is to my liking;
By the wine-glass and the song--
On the table striking.
Friends, I pray ye, wonder not
At my thus deciding;
For no blessing yet is like--
On the earth abiding.
Therefore swear I solemnly,
Without all concealing,
That I shall not recklessly
Out of life be stealing.
But as here we all have met
Time to speed with pleasure;
Should, methinks, the Beakers chime
To the Poet's measure.
Good friends must, a hundred miles,
Move from one another;
Therefore you met here, stoest-an
Brother as with Brother!
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