was heard, and the last
verse announced:--

"The gun has been fired, the vessel must fly
To the town from the green wood shady.
Come, friends, now we to the table will hie,
A gentleman and a fair lady."

And now all rushed with the speed of a steamboat downstairs, and soon
sat in gay rows around the covered tables.

Wilhelm was Otto's lady--the Baron was called the Baroness; the glasses
resounded, and the song commenced:--

"These will drink our good king's health,
Will drink it here, his loyal students."

And that patriotic song:--

"I know a land up in the North
Where it is good to be."

It concluded with--

"An hurrah
For the king and the rescript!"

In joy one must embrace everything joyful, and that they did. Here was
the joy of youth in youthful hearts.

"No condition's like the student's;
He has chosen the better way!"

so ran the concluding verse of the following song, which ended with the
toast,--

"For her of whom the heart dreams ever,
But whom the lips must never name!"

It was then that Wilhelm seemed to glow with inward fire; he struck his
glass so violently against Otto's that it broke, and the wine was spilt.

"A health to the ladies!" cried one of the signors.

"A health to the ladies!" resounded from the different rooms, which were
all converted into the banquet-hall.

The ladies rose, stood upon their chairs, some even upon the table,
bowed, and returned thanks for the toast.

"No, no," whispered Otto to Wilhelm, at the same time pulling him
down. "In this dress you resemble your sister so much, that it is quite
horrible to me to see you act a part so opposed to her character!"

"And your eyes," Said Wilhelm, smiling, "resemble two eyes which have
touched my heart. A health to first love!" cried he, and struck his
glass against Otto's so that the half of his wine was again lost.

The champagne foamed, and amidst noise and laughter, as during the
carnival joy, a new song refreshed the image of the nark which they had
just left:-- "Here if green trees were not growing
Fresh as on yon little hill,
Heard we not the fountains flowing,
We in sooth should see them still!
Tents were filled below, above,
Filled with everything but love!

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Here went gratis brushing-boys-- Graduated have they all!
Here stood, who would think