As was natural in the case of so musical a nation as Bohemia, the patriotic movement found expression in music also. Early in the nineteenth century 'Slavic balls' were instituted at Prague. At these balls the hall was entirely decorated in the Bohemian national colours (red and white), and conversation in Bohemian was alone allowed. It was the intention of the originators of these gatherings to send out the invitations in the Bohemian language, but the Austrian police officials, with the inquisitiveness characteristic of the Metternich period soon became acquainted with this intention, and raised objections. It was finally decided that the invitations should be both in German and in Bohemian. The old national songs were again sung as far as the police authorities permitted. New songs, celebrating the glory of Bohemia, also were composed. Such were the one beginning with the words 'Já jsem Cech a kdo je vic?' _i.e._, 'I am a Bohemian, and who is more?' that was composed by Rubes. Yet better known is the famed 'Kde je domov muy?' (Where is my country?) which the traveller will constantly hear at Prague, as the present Government, wiser than its predecessor, raises no objection to its being sung. The song has indeed become the national air of Bohemia. It was composed by Joseph Tyl (1808-1856), one of the best modern Bohemian dramatists, and by him introduced into one of his plays. When Mr. Kohl visited Prague in 1841 the song, which he curiously enough believed to be of ancient origin, was already sung everywhere in the city. He translated some lines of the song, and though his translation by no means does justice to the beauty of the original, I will transcribe it here, as giving the traveller some idea of the contents of a song to which he will hear constant allusions-- 'Where is my house? where is my home? Streams among the meadows creeping, Brooks from rock to rock are leaping, Everywhere bloom spring and flowers Within this paradise of ours; There, 'tis there, the beauteous land! Bohemia, my fatherland! Where is my house? where is my home? Knowst thou the country loved of God, Where noble souls in well-shaped forms reside, Where the free glance crushes the foeman's pride? There wilt thou find of Cechs, the honoured race, Among the Cechs be aye my dwelling-place.' The patriots themselves do not at first appear to have felt certain of the victory of the cause. Thus we are told that when Jungmann received the visit of two other patriots in his modest lodgings in the street which now bears his name, he said, in a fit of depression, 'It needs only that the ceiling of this room should fall in, and there would be an end of Bohemian literature.' He was, of course, alluding to the small number of the 'patriots.'