The road to it is not a pleasant one.

you

Take my advice, and let us come to Burgdorf:
There, any way, we shall be sure of finding
The prettiest girls, and the brownest beer,
And boxing in the primest style.

A FIFTH.

What, boy,

Art at it still? two drubbings, one would think,
Might satisfy a reasonable man.

I won't go there with you-I hate the place!

SERVANT MAID.

No! no! not I - I'll go back to the town.

To you-and dance with you-and why should I go For nothing in the world but your amusement?

THE SECOND.

To-day he'll certainly not be alone,

His curly-headed friend will be with him.

STUDENT.

Look there-look there - how well those girls step

Come, brother, come let's keep them company.
Stiff ale, biting tobacco, and a girl

In her smart dress, are the best things I know.

CITIZEN'S DAUGHTER.

Only look there - what pretty fellows these are! 'Tis quite a shame, when they might have the best Of company, to see them running after

A pair of vulgar minxes

servant girls.

SECOND STUDENT (to the First).

Stay, easy
here are two fine girls behind us,
Showily dressed. I know one of them well
And, I may say, am half in love with her.
Innocent things! with what a modest gait
And shy step they affect to pace; and yet,
For all their bashfulness, they'll take us with them.

FIRST STUDENT.

Join them, yourself—not I—I hate restraint.

Give me the girl that gives a man no trouble, That on the week-days does her week-day work, And, the day after, work that she loves better.

CITIZEN.

Well, I do not like this new burgomaster.
Not a day passes but he grows more insolent,
Forsooth! presuming on his dignity.

And what good is he to us after all?

The town is growing worse from day to day,
They are more strict upon us now than ever,
And raise continually the rates and taxes.

BEGGAR (sings).

Masters good, and ladies bright,
Rosy-cheeked, and richly dressed,

Look upon a wretched sight,

And relieve the poor distressed:

Let me not in vain implore!

Pity me!

with chime and voice

Would I cheer you let the poor

When all else are glad, rejoice!

I must beg, for I must live.

Help me! blessed they who give!
When all other men are gay

Is the beggar's harvest day.

SECOND CITIZEN.

Well! give me, on a saint's day, or a Sunday,
When we have time for it, a tale of war
And warlike doings far away in Turkey -
How they are busy killing one another.
'Tis pleasant to stand gazing from the window,
Draining your glass at times, and looking on
The painted barges calmly gliding down
The easy river. Then the homeward walk
In the cool evening hour; this makes the heart
Glad, and at peace with all things and itself.
Yes! give me peace at home, and peaceful times!

THIRD CITIZEN.

Ay, so say I break every head abroad-
Turn all things topsy-turvy, so they leave us
Quiet at home.

OLD WOMAN (to the Citizen's Daughters). Ha! but you are nicely dressed, And very pretty creatures - you'll win hearts To-day ay, that you will only don't look So very proud-yes! that is something betterI know what my young pets are wishing for, And thinking of, and they shall have it too!