in their formal adhesion in the course of the year 1816. One might imagine that all parties--princes and people--were about to co-operate in the sentiment so finely expressed in Arndt's famous song-- THE GERMAN'S FATHERLAND. Which is the German's Fatherland; Is't Prussian-land? Is't Swabian-land? Is't where on Rhine the red grapes hang? Where o'er the Baltic sea-mews clang? Oh no! oh no! oh no! oh no! His Fatherland must wider go! Which is the German's Fatherland? Is't Styrian, or Bavarian land? Is't where the Marsen's herds do wind?[4] I'st where the Markers iron find[5] Oh no! etc. Which is the German's Fatherland? Westphalian, or Pomerian land? Is't where the sand from sea-down blows? Is't where the Danube foaming flows? Oh no! etc. Which is the German's Fatherland? So name to me the mighty land. The land of Hofer?--or of Tell? Both land and people love I well. Oh no! etc. Which is the German's Fatherland? So name to me that mighty land. The Austrian land it sure must be, With glory crowned and victory! Oh no! etc. Which is the German's Fatherland? So name to me that mighty land. Is't what the Princes' hollow theft, From Emperor and from Empire reft? Oh no! etc. Which is the German's Fatherland? So name me finally that land! Wide as the German tree tongue springs, And hymns to God in heaven sings! That shall it be! that shall it be! That land brave German's giv'n to thee! That is the German's Fatherland, Where oaths are sworn by grasp of hand; Where in all eyes clear truth doth shine; Where in warm hearts sits love benign. That shall it be! etc. That is the German's Fatherland, Where foreign folly scorn doth brand; Where all that's base 'neath hate must bend; Where all that's noble name we Friend. That shall it be! that shall it be! That whole, the German land shall be! That whole, the German land shall be! O God of Heaven! hither see! And give us genuine German soul, That we may love it high and whole. That shall it be! etc.