at German is the home for thee.

This is the German's Fatherland,
Where vows are sworn by press of hand,
Where truth in every forehead shines,
Where charity the heart inclines.
This shall it be,
This German is the home for thee.

This is the German's Fatherland,
Which Gallic vices dares withstand,
As enemies the wicked names,
Admits the good to friendship's claims.
This shall it be,
This German is the home for thee.

God! this for Fatherland we own,
Look down on us from heaven's high throne,
And give us ancient German spirit,
Its truth and valour to inherit.
This shall it be,
The whole united Germany.

H.

Of the author of this song some account was given in a preceding number
of the _Mirror_. It was written on the same occasion as the _Patriot's
Call_, when Napoleon invaded Germany, and was intended to
tranquillize all petty feelings of jealousy between the separate German
states. The translator believes that Messrs. Treuttel and Wuertz
published this song in an English dress some few years since; he has,
however, never seen a copy of that work.

[1] We suspect this to be the burthen of a beautiful Quintett which
we heard sung _thrice_ the other evening at Covent Garden
Theatre, in Mr. Planche's pleasing "Romance of a Day."--ED.

[2] Emperor of Austria.

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THE SELECTOR; AND LITERARY NOTICES OF _NEW WORKS_.

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PLUNDER OF A SPANISH DILIGENCE.

(_From the "Quarterly" Review, of "A Year in Spain." Unpublished._)

The author takes his seat about two in the morning in the cabriolet
or front part of a diligence from Tarragona, and gives many amusing
particulars concerning his fellow travellers, who, one after another,
all surrender themselves to slumber. Thus powerfully invited by the
examples of those near him, the lieutenant catches the drowsy infection,
and having nestled snugly into his corner, soon loses entirely the
realities of existence "in that mysterious state which Providence has
provided as a cure for every ill." In short, he is indulged with a
dream, which transports him into the midst of his own family circle
beyond the Atlantic; but from this comfortable and sentimental nap he is
soon aroused by the sudden stopping of the diligence, and a loud clamour
all about him.

There were voices