But fiurther, farther, now awaits
My course, stand wide ye ancient gates!
Light is my heart, and glad my track ;
My blessing, city, waft I back !

Ye Brothers ! now, around me press.
Let my heart feel not its distress.
On gallant steeds with gladsome song,
Go ye with me the way along.
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 !

Oustm, Schwab.
CHAPTER XXII.
THE tTUDBnr's FUHEBAL, ETC.
And of our brethren, is there one departed —
By pale Death summoned in his bloom 7

We weep, and wish him peace, all saddest hearted ;
Peace to oar brother's silqnt tomb.
We weep, and wish that peace may dwell
In our dear brother's silent cell.
** What becomes then of the student at the last?" the reader
will ask—" of him whom we have to this point followed in silent
observation through all his ways, and along his whole course?"

If, as has often been the case, we were to consider the
Student-life as a disease, we should say with the Pathologist: —
« Every disease can> by possibility, have, only one of three
terminations: the first, in health; the second, in some other
disease ; and the last, in death." But we are far from looking
upon it in this light. Yet we can, regarding the Student-life in
its great outlines as a state of health, assign it the same issues,
with the exception that we hold the Philisterium, to use the
student's own language, to be the natural sequence of the
natural university life.
