The festival was, like the prior one of October, celebrated with much enthusiasm, with sacred service, with singing of Fatherland hymns, and other solemnities: but speeches were delivered, on this occasion, which had not a thoroughly correct tendency, and must appear the more unfitting from the mouth of a teacher of youth. On the evening of the 18th of October, as formerly on that night, fires blazed up on every hill top; but those of the Burschenschaft who had stationed themselves around the fire on the Wartburg, cast into the flames the German History of Kotzebue, as well as some other detested writings. None of the professors, however, were present at this transaction, and none of the speeches connected therewith were delivered by them. That the acts of the Congress of Vienna had been also burnt there, was proved by the inquiry to be false. The Wartburg festival was concluded on the 19th of October by the assembled participants, to the number of about 600, taking the sacrament in the church. The consequence of this festival was the promotion of the idea here conceived, of one universal German Burschenschaft; that the union of the whole body of student youth must pervade, and be the means of working out, the union of the whole Fatherland. On the 21st of October, 1818, at Jena, a congress of students, from fourteen universities, was held; then and there the union of the Burschenschafts was discussed, and its constitution established. "One Empire, one Religion, Freedom and Equality!" This was the watchword of the combination, which, since the Wartburg festival, had exchanged its former colours, namely, green, blue, and white, for the union badge, black, red, and a metallic or embroidered oak leaf in the cap. To this circumstance alludes the following celebrated song-- ARE GERMAN HEARTS. Are German hearts with strength and courage beating? There to the clang of beakers gleams the sword, And true and steadfast in our place of meeting, We peal aloud in song the fiery word! Though rocks and oak trees shiver, We, we will tremble never! Strong like the tempest see the youths go by, For Fatherland to combat and to die! Red, red as true-love, be the brother token, And pure like gold the soul within imprest, And that in death our spirits be not broken, Black be the ribbon bound about the breast Though rocks, etc. We know the strength in honest swords residing, Bold is the brow, and strong the arm to smite; We fail not, faint not, in the right confiding, When calls the Fatherland his sons to fight. Though rocks, etc.