As soon as all the candidates have passed, their certificates are given them, upon payment of various sovereigns, and they are let out.  The first great rush takes place to the “retail establishment” over the way, where all their friends are assembled—­Messrs. Jones, Rapp, Manhug, &c.  A pot of “Hospital Medoc” is consumed by each of the thirsty candidates, and off they go, jumping Jim Crow down Union-street, and swaggering along the pavement six abreast, as they sing several extempore variations of their own upon a glee which details divers peculiarities in the economy of certain small pigs, pleasantly enlivened by grunts and whistles, and the occasional asseveration of the singers that their paternal parent was a man of less than ordinary stature.  This insensibly changes into “Willy brewed a Peck of Malt,” and finally settles down into “Nix my Dolly,” appropriately danced and chorussed, until a policeman, who has no music in his soul, stops their harmony, but threatens to take them into charge if they do not bring their promenade concert to a close.

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.