Thus the brave German men; and we Shall echo back the cry; The burning of that parchment scroll Annull'd the bond that sold the soul Of man to man; each brother now Only to one great Lord will bow, One Father-God on high. And though with fits of lingering life The wounded foe prolong the strife, On Luther's deed we build our hope, Our steady faith--the fond old Pope Is dying, and shall die. TRADITIONS AND TALES OF UPPER LUSATIA. No. II THE FAIRY TUTOR. Discreet Reader! You have seen--and 'tis no longer ago than YESTERDAY!--you must well remember the picture--which showed you from the rough yet delicate--the humorous yet sympathetic and picturesque--the original yet insinuating pencil of a shrewd and hearty Lusatian mountaineer--the aerial, brilliant, sensitive, subtle, fascinating, enigmatical, outwardly--mirth-given, inwardly--sorrow-touched, congregated folk numberless--of the Fairies Proper!--showed them at the urgency of a rare and strange need--clung, in DEPENDENCY, to one fair, kind, good and happily-born Daughter of Man!--And what wonder?--The once glorious, but now forlorn spirits, leaning for one fate-burthened instant their trust upon the spirits ineffably favoured!--What wonder! that often as the revolution of ages brings on the appointed hour, the rebellious and outcast children of heaven must sue--to their keen emergency--help--oh! speak up to the height of the want, of the succour! and call it _a lent ray of grace_, from the rebellious and REDEEMED children of the earth!--And see, where, in the serene eyes of the soft Christian maiden, the hallowing influence shines!--Auspiciously begun, the awed though aspiring Rite, the still, the multitudinous, the mystical, prospers!--_Gratefully_, as for the boon inexpressibly worth--_easily_, as of their own transcending power--_promptly_, as though fearing that a benefit received could wax cold, the joyful Elves crown upon the bright hair of their graciously natured, but humanly and womanly weak benefactress--the wedded felicity of pure love! And the imaginary curtain has dropped! Lo, where it rises again, discovering to view our stage, greatly changed, and, a little perhaps, our actors!--Once more, attaching to the HUMAN DRAMA, slight, as though it were structured of cloud, of air, the same light and radiant MACHINERY! Once more, only that They, whom you lately saw tranquil, earnest even to pathos--"now are frolic"--enough and to spare!--Once more--THE FAIRIES.