That through her every nerve shall thrill!
Solemnly, etc.
And of our brethren is there one departed--
By pale Death summoned in his bloom?
We weep, and wish him peace, all saddest hearted,
Peace to our brother's silent tomb.
We weep and wish that peace may dwell
In our dear brother's silent cell.
Very frequently in the students' drinking companies they sing a roundelay, as we lately saw at the evening peep at them at Hoffmann's rooms, where each one sings in turn a song, or, at least, a strophe. This, as we have seen, they term a Sauf-Comment, which we may look at a little more closely, as it is sometimes attended with variations. The president of the Sauf-Comment sings,--
There goes a drinking-law oar table all around, around,