Live then he who is of peace And of good a donor! First and foremost to our king, His of right's the honour. 'Gainst all enemies, the state, Still he doth defend it; To uphold it planneth much; Much more to extend it. Now the next, salute I her,-- Her the true alone one! And let each, as gallant knight, Think upon his own one. Should a lovely maiden guess Her of whom I'm thinking; Let her archly nod to me-- To her own love drinking. To our friends!--the two or three-- Be the third cheer voicéd, Who with us in sunny days Quietly rejoicéd. They who from our night the gloom Swift and lightly scatter-- Lift to them a hearty--hoch! Old friends, or the latter. Broader now rolls on the stream With augmented billows; "Live they, hoch!" resound the cheer Unto all good fellows. They who with combined strength Plant themselves together; In the sunshine of good luck; In the worst of weather! As we are collected here, Thousands are collected: May their sports and joys run high-- Higher than expected. From the spring unto the sea Many mills are turning, Wider far!--my heart streams out-- For the whole world burning! CHAPTER XIX. NEW YEAR'S EVE CONTINUED--SKETCH OF THE HISTORY OF HEIDELBERG UNIVERSITY. The company were raised into the best spirits by the song. The splendid cigars, such as seldom wander to the banks of the Neckar; the sparkling wine, which welled out of the little machine as inexhaustibly as cash out of Fortunatus' purse--all contributed to render the conversation, which turned on the recent festivity, animated and delicious. The Christmas festival, one of the very few people's feasts, which divided Germany yet maintained inviolably universal, had given especial pleasure to the Englishman, to whom it was a novel circumstance. Above all, he could not sufficiently extol a walk which his friends had taken him on Christmas-eve.