Mr. Traveller.--Capital! Hoffmann! let us hasten out too. We will buy sugar and spices.
Hoffmann.--Good! So every one makes himself a useful member of society.
In a short time all were again assembled; the table was moved forward to the stove. A light odour of cigars filled the room, and the wine, which was played around by the flames in the little coffee-kettle, began to sing. The cloves were now thrown in, the guests each took sugar, and Freisleben filled the glasses. Hoffmann had brought a guitar with him, and accompanied on it the following song:--
Down, down with the sorrows
And troubles of earth!
For what is our life made
But drinking and mirth!
Drink, and be glad, sirs,
Laugh and be gay;
Keep sober to-morrow,