Next in order to these poems, which display the Wandering Students as a class, I will produce two that exhibit their mode of life in detail. The first is a begging petition, addressed by a scholar on the tramp to the great man of the place where he is staying. The name of the place, as I have already noticed, is only indicated by an N. The nasal whine of a suppliant for alms, begging, as Erasmus begged, not in the name of charity, but of learning, makes itself heard both in the rhyme and rhythm of the original Latin. I have tried to follow the sing-song doggerel. A WANDERING STUDENT'S PETITION. No. 3. I, a wandering scholar lad, Born for toil and sadness, Oftentimes am driven by Poverty to madness. Literature and knowledge I Fain would still be earning, Were it not that want of pelf Makes me cease from learning. These torn clothes that cover me Are too thin and rotten; Oft I have to suffer cold, By the warmth forgotten. Scarce I can attend at church, Sing God's praises duly; Mass and vespers both I miss, Though I love them truly. Oh, thou pride of N----, By thy worth I pray thee Give the suppliant help in need, Heaven will sure repay thee. Take a mind unto thee now Like unto St. Martin; Clothe the pilgrim's nakedness, Wish him well at parting. So may God translate your soul Into peace eternal, And the bliss of saints be yours In His realm supernal. The second is a jovial _Song of the Open Road_, throbbing with the exhilaration of young life and madcap impudence. We must imagine that two vagabond students are drinking together before they part upon their several ways. One addresses the other as _frater catholice, vir apostolice_, vows to befriend him, and expounds the laws of loyalty which bind the brotherhood together. To the rest of the world they are a terror and a nuisance. Honest folk are jeeringly forbidden to beware of the _quadrivium_, which is apt to form a fourfold rogue instead of a scholar in four branches of knowledge. The Latin metre is so light, careless, and airy, that I must admit an almost complete failure to do it justice in my English version. The refrain appears intended to imitate a bugle-call. A SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD. No. 4. We in our wandering, Blithesome and squandering, Tara, tantara, teino! Eat to satiety, Drink with propriety; Tara, tantara, teino! Laugh till our sides we split, Rags on our hides we fit; Tara, tantara, teino! Jesting eternally, Quaffing infernally: Tara, tantara, teino! Craft's in the bone of us, Fear 'tis unknown of us: Tara, tantara, teino! When we're in neediness, Thieve we with greediness: Tara, tantara, teino! Brother catholical, Man apostolical, Tara, tantara, teino!