century, was organist in Strassburg, first at the Cathedral, and afterwards, when he become a Protestant, at the Thomas Church. His hymn _An Wasserfl¸ssen Babylon_ is still to be found in most chorale books of the German Protestants. The secular songs of the villagers are not all in the peculiar dialect of the province. Some are in High German, and there are several in which High German is mixed with the dialect. Occasionally we meet with a word which has become obsolete in other German districts; for instance, _Pfiffholder_ for "Schmetterling," Low German "Buttervogel," English "butterfly;" _Irten_ (Old German _Urt_, _Uirthe_) for "Zeche," English "score." Of the lyric poets of the present century, Hebel is, perhaps, the most popular in Alsace. His "Allemannische Gedichte" used to be sung especially in the southern district, which, until recently, formed the French department of Haut-Rhin. The people of this district have a less soft pronunciation than those of Bas-Rhin. As regards the popular songs of Lorraine, those which have been collected and published are, almost all of them, from the French districts of the province. The SociÈtÈ d'ArchÈologie Lorraine has published a collection, entitled 'PoÈsies populaires de la Lorraine, Nancy, 1854;' and R. Grosjean, organist of the Cathedral of Saint-DiÈ-des-Vosges, has edited a number of old Christmas Carols, arranged for the organ or harmonium, and published under the title of 'Air des NoÎls Lorrains, Saint-DiÈ, 1862.' In the German villages we meet with songs in a peculiar dialect, not unfrequently interspersed with French words. The following example is from the neighbourhood of Saarlouis:-- "Of de Bam senge de Viglen bei Daa ond Naat, D'M‰nntcher peife hibsch on rufe: ti-ti-pi-pi, On d'Weibcher saan: pi-pi-zi-zi. Se senge luschtig on peife _du haut en bas_. Berjer, Buwe on Baure d'iwrall her, Die _plassire_ sich recht _‡ leur aise_. Se senge _ensemble_ hibsch on fein. D'grˆscht _Pl‰sirn_ hot mer van de Welt Dat mer saan kann am grine Bam; Dat esch wohr, dat esch keen Dram." (On the tree sing the birds by day and night, They pipe and call, ti-ti-pi-pi; Their mates reply, pi-pi-zi-zi. They cheerfully chirp _du haut en bas_, High life and low life, from all around, _Placent_ themselves quite _‡ leur aise_. They sing _ensemble_ sweet and fine. No greater _plaisir_ earth can give Than the sight of a greenwood tree; That's truth, no idle dream.)