mbinations of a Beethoven
or a Weber, or to make the air tremble melodiously with some sweet and
simple ballad, or even to recall the sonorous solemnities of some
prayerful chorus or fine thanksgiving in an oratorio, is not only to
fill the heart and brain with affections too deep for words, but it is
to be able to taste as high a pleasure as the soul is capable of
knowing, and yet one that may be had positively for nothing."

It is to be regretted that so much of the good music of Germany is
performed in the beer-gardens. The too free use of the glass and the
pipe cannot tend to make the nation strong for the future; and one
cannot long be charmed with the music and mirth of such places without
fearing for the losses that may follow.

All trades and occupations have their own songs, even the humblest.
Take for example the pleasing Miller's Song, which catches the spirit
of his somewhat poetic yet homely calling:--

"To wander is the miller's joy,
To wander!
What kind of miller must he be,
Who ne'er hath yearned to wander free?
To wander!

"From water we have learned it, yes,
From water!
It knows no rest by night or day,
But wanders ever on its way,
Does water.

"We see it by the mill-wheels, too,
The mill-wheels!
They ne'er repose, nor brook delay,
They weary not the livelong day,
The mill-wheels.

"The stones, too, heavy though they be,
The stones, too,
Round in the giddy circle dance,
Ee'n fain more quickly would advance,
The stones would.

"To wander, wander, my delight,
To wander!
O master, mistress, on my way
Let me in peace depart to-day,
And wander!"

WILHELM MUeLLER.

The watchman, too, has his peculiar songs. One of these is very solemn
and stately. A favorite translation of it begins:--

"Hark ye, neighbors, and hear me tell
_Eight_ now strikes the loud church bell."

An almost literal translation thus reproduces the grand themes which
were made to remind the old guardians of the night in their ghostly
vigils:--

THE WATCHMAN'S SONG.

Hark, while I sing! our village clock
The hour of eight, good sirs, has struck.
Eight souls alone from death were kept,
When God the earth with deluge swept:
Unless the Lord to guard us deign,
Man wakes and watches all in vain.
Lord! through thine al