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And being brewed both hot and strong, 



Six tumblers make the limbs unstable, 

 And send the freshmen clean along 



The hearth-rug, or beneath the table. 

 While hardier bacchanals their course 



Thro* " Geneva's lakes" exulting urge, 

 And standing o'er him, shriek till hoarse, 



The fallen freshman's drunken dirge. 



Ye youths of college, if your brain 

 Could learning's hallowed treasures gain, 

 By feeding well, there's none would be, 

 So sensible or wise as ye. 

 If piquant dishes, curried o'er, 



Or suppers hot could yield discerning, 

 You'd own of sense so huge a store, 

 That you'd be quoted o'er and o'er, 



As prodigies of wit and learning. 



Or e'en if drinking hard would do it, 



You quaff so deep from such pure springs, 

 And stick with such industry to it, 



That we might look for wond'rous things ! 

 The streams you taste, are pure Pierian, 



The head to clear, and heart make merry, 

 Known by the moderns as valerian, 



Hock, Port, Madeira, Champaign, sherry. 

 The spiritual medicine too 



With which you fight off ills to come, 

 Get rid of duns, and devils blue, 



Is brandy, whiskey, gin, or rum ! 

 Head-ache, and heart-burn, proudly scorning,. 



What can such God-like youths affright ; 

 For if you're feverish in the morning, 



Why soda water sets you right. 



LETTERS FROM A CONTINENTAL TOURIST. 



(Continued from page 375J 



August 29th. 



I LEFT Martigny at seven o'clock in the morning-, and in about an 

 hour reached the fall of the Pisse Vache. The morning had been 

 hitherto grey and gloomy, and the mountains on my right hand were 

 enveloped in clouds and darkness. Suddenly, as I approached the 

 descending column of white foam, a ray of sun-shine burst through 

 the dingy vapours and lighted up the waterfall with all the colours 

 of the rainbow. I approached the foot of the cascade as nearly as 

 possible, and stood admiring it till I was well-nigh wet through with 

 the imperceptible shower which ever falls in its immediate neigh- 

 bourhood. There is nothing here of the sublime but much of the 

 beautiful to contemplate, and after the surfeit of grandeurs I had 

 lately indulged in, the quieter charms of the Pisse vache were equally 



