When the brightest are gone before us,

And the dullest are most behind,—

Stand! stand! to your glasses!—steady!

’Tis all we have left to prize!

One cup to the dead already;

Hurrah for the next that dies!”

After this, the most rigid examiner of public morals in all countries need not exclusively frown on the old Germans, nor on their profane canticle, the burthen of which is:—

“Gaudeamus, igitur, juvenes dum sumus!

Post jucundam juventutem.

Post molestam senectutem.