Arrived at their lodgings, the party throw off all restraint.  The table is soon covered with beer, spirits, screws, hot water, and pipes; and the company take off their coats, unbutton their stocks, and proceed to conviviality.  Mr. Muff, who is in the chair, sings the first song, which informs his friends that the glasses sparkle on the board and the wine is ruby bright, in allusion to the pewter-pots and half-and half.  Having finished, Mr. Muff calls upon Mr. Jones, who sings a ballad, not altogether perhaps of the same class you would hear at an evening party in Belgrave-square, but still of infinite humour, which is applauded upon the table to a degree that flirps all the beer out of the pots, with which Mr. Rapp draws portraits and humorous conceits upon the table with his finger.  Mr. Manhug is then called upon, and sings

The student’s alphabet.

  Oh; A was an Artery, fill’d with injection;
  And B was a Brick, never caught at dissection. 
  C were some Chemicals—­lithium and borax;
  And D was a Diaphragm, flooring the thorax.

  Chorus (taken in short-hand with minute accuracy).
        Fol de rol lol,
        Tol de rol lay,
    Fol de rol, tol de rol, tol de rol, lay.

  E was an Embryo in a glass case;
  And F a Foramen, that pierced the skull’s base. 
  G was a Grinder, who sharpen’d the fools;
  And H means the Half-and-half drunk at the schools. 
        Fol de rol lol, &c.

  I was some Iodine, made of sea-weed;
  J was a Jolly Cock, not used to read. 
  K was some Kreosote, much over-rated;
  And L were the Lies which about it were stated. 
        Fol de rol lol, &c.

  M was a muscle—­cold, flabby, and red;
  And N was a Nerve, like a bit of white thread. 
  O was some Opium, a fool chose to take;
  And P were the Pins used to keep him awake. 
        Fol de rol lol, &c.

  Q were the Quacks, who cure stammer and squint,
  R was a Raw from a burn, wrapp’d in lint. 
  S was a Scalpel, to eat bread and cheese;
  And T was a Tourniquet, vessels to squeeze. 
        Fol de rol lol, &c.

  U was the Unciform bone of the wrist. 
  V was the Vein which a blunt lancet miss’d. 
  W was Wax, from a syringe that flow’d. 
  X, the Xaminers, who may be blow’d! 
        Fol de rol lol, &c.

  Y stands for You all, with best wishes sincere;
  And Z for the Zanies who never touch beer. 
  So we’ve got to the end, not forgetting a letter;
  And those who don’t like it may grind up a better. 
        Fol de rol lol, &c.

This song is vociferously cheered, except by Mr. Rapp, who during its execution has been engaged in making an elaborate piece of basket-work out of wooden pipe-lights, which having arranged to his satisfaction, he sends scudding at the chairman’s head.  The harmony proceeds, and with it the desire to assist in it, until they all sing different airs at once; and the lodger above, who has vainly endeavoured to get to sleep for the last three hours, gives up the attempt as hopeless, when he hears Mr. Manhug called upon for the sixth time to do the cat and dog, saw the bit of wood, imitate Macready, sing his own version of “Lur-li-e-ty,” and accompany it with his elbows on the table.