Come, gentlemen, today I carry out my promise.
[Enter KÄMPE, BELLMAUS, KÖRNER.]
This is the lunch I agreed to give. And now, my charming day-flies, put as much rose-color into your cheeks and your humors as your wits will let you. [Pouring out.] The great victory is won; the Union has celebrated one of the noblest of triumphs; in ages still to come belated angels will say with awe: "Those were glorious days," and so on—see continuation in today's paper. Before we sit down, the first toast—
KÄMPE. The member-elect—
BOLZ.
No, our first toast is to the mother of all, the great power which produces members—the newspaper, may she prosper!
ALL.
Hurrah! [Clink glasses.]
BOLZ.
Hurrah! And secondly, long live—hold on, the member himself is not here yet.