proudly said he was a Landsmann of Vater Wrangel's. He had served under Wrangel in the Danish campaign, and had been badly wounded in the last engagement. The song he was singing was one which is now familiar to every Prussian ear, and curious as having been a production of the bivouac, with no other author save that "great Unknown,' who, in moments of popular enthusiasm, fathers the poetical expression of what every man has within him. It is entitled "Wrangel," and is as follows:

"The swords are clinking, ramrods ringing,

To horse! to horse! Father Wrangel's springing-
Schleswig to-day must have a meeting,
And with the lark he gives it greeting.
He sits his saddle like a Turk,
Prepared to meet a hot day's-work;
Small time has he to take much heed
Whether or how he may succeed.

CHORUS.

"Juchheirassassa! I hear the drum-
The Prussians shout, Hurrah! they come!

"The cannon! where?—The question's vain—
An inch of steel will settle the Dane.'

'Where's Bonin's brigade?'

"Twill come if need

No time to wait-we must proceed.

Have at them, boys! we'll strike the blow;
No tarrying now-we've far to go.'

Juchheirassassa, &c.

"The vaunting Dane, he was afloat,
And arrogance was in his throat :-

'Yon merchant ships, like shells,' said he,
'I'll shoot, and sink them in the sea!'
'I thank you, friend, and in return,'
Said Wrangel, 'I'll not fail to burn,
For every boat a Jutland village :
Beware, my friend, of fire and pillage!'
Juchheirassassa, &c.

"The treaty signed-a blessed peace
Had bade once more contention cease.
Then spoke the King, and by command
His hero came to Fatherland.

'The Danish red-coats thou hast fought,
And ample retribution taught ;
Now heed, I pray, our own Crown lands,
Our Reds and their rebellious bands.'

Juchheirassassa, &c.

"Then Wrangel drew his trusty blade,
And-put it back-the while he said:
'We shall not need the sword-'tis clear,
That we shall have no fighting here-
The drum will do, with one good roll,
To quell that mongrel blood-hound's soul.
The rolling drum, and glancing eye,
From helmet shot will make them fly!'

Juchheirassassa," &c.*

The greatest praise that can perhaps be bestowed upon Wrangel, is what the democrats reproach him with that he is a disciplinarian, and follows implicitly the wishes of the King, in other words, that he is as loyal in his capacity as a subject, as he is rigid in his observance of military duty. Duty and loyalty to the King! those are two words particularly odious to the demagogues, and the reason of their violent hatred to the Gardes Municipaux of Paris, during the days of February, came from the circumstance of the latter having uncompromisingly done their duty.

They were the only persons who did so, and were the only ones who suffered for it!

* And so it was, in good truth-they did not fight, but flew like wild fowl at sound of a gun.

CHAPTER XIX.

PRUSSIA, AUSTRIA, AND GERMANY UNITED."

THERE has arisen from the political bouleversements of our times, an almost universal error, which consists in imagining that what is now in progress is unlike what has ever happened before, and that the signs of disorder of to-day are perfectly peculiar ones, and not to be discovered at any previous period. No mistake can be greater, and it would take but comparatively small trouble to prove this in every country, but we have to do at present with Germany only; that which has happened, and is happening there, is only a copy of what happened between thirty and forty years ago, and what has occurred in that most strangely-situated country, in different forms, and under other names almost ever since it has existed.

I will come back, in the course of this chapter, to

the aspect presented by Germany in 1806, when suddenly it found itself without everything; without money, without defence, without a government, even nominal, without a sovereign to preside over its destinies, without cohesion in its several parts, and with a formidable enemy staring it in the face. But, letting alone for the moment that terrible period of sudden and total dissolution, the period of re-constitution is no less confused, and, on reading over the different writers who have spoken of the Congress of Vienna and the treaties of 1815, the first sentiment with which one is impressed, is one of discouragement. It is not only the feeling that nothing durable was effected then, but the feeling that scarcely anything could be done, which so painfully seizes one.

The Constitution of Germany is one of those knotty questions in which almost each part is opposed to the whole, where the advantage of one cannot by possibility be that of the other, and where that which is done, being most imperfect, is in all probability the only thing which could be brought to exist. What is called, vulgarly, "being at sixes and sevens," is the best possible definition for the permanent state of Germany, and there is apparently no better solution than that proposed by M. Royer Collard, in a question of extreme difficulty, upon

which some of the French ministers under the Restoration asked his advice:

"Il est certain qu'il y a quelque chose à faire,” said he, over and over again.

"Eh bien! que peut-on faire ?" asked one of the party.

"Rien !" was M. Royer Collard's reply.

Read Gagern's correspondence with Stein; Kluber, Varnhagen and Flassan, upon the Congress of Vienna; Schaumann's history of the Paris peace, Stein's Memoirs, Schmidt's book upon the Regeneration of Germany, the Chevalier de Lang; in short, all those who were occupied, at that eventful moment, with the work of re-constitution; you will everywhere find either the same hesitation, or, in those who do not themselves hesitate, the same doubt of their neighbours, and everywhere dis-union au fond, however it may be masked at the surface.

Not one of the sovereigns who were represented at Vienna in 1814-15, knew distinctly, or acknowledged to himself what was the precise form of the Constitution which he was about to aid in establishing; each, however, had one determination : to help in forming a whole, but, at the same time,

* Deutschland's Wiedergeburt, a very rare book, published in 1814.