In the next Dorf will we alight,
In our last wine our friendship plight.
Now, here ye Brothers,--wo's the case!--
Our last glass take!--our last embrace!
Gustav. Schwab.
[CHAPTER XXII.]
THE STUDENT'S FUNERAL, 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;