GERMANY.

From Poland they came on through Prussia Proper,
And Konigsburg the capital, whose vaunt,

Besides some veins of iron, lead, or copper,
Has lately been the great Professor Kant.
Juan, who cared not a tobacco-stopper

About philosophy, pursued his jaunt

To Germany, whose somewhat tardy millions
Have princes, who spur more than their postilions.

And thence through Berlin, Dresden, and the like,
Until he reached the castellated Rhine ;—
Ye glorious Gothic scenes! how much ye strike
All phantasies, not even excepting mine:
A gray wall, a green ruin, rusty pike,

Make my soul pass the equinoctial line

Between the present and past worlds, and hover
Upon their airy confine, half-seas-over.

BERLIN.

The Juvenis Adorans.

Tiber's yellow flood

Darkest tales can tell,

Where the mightiest stood,
How the haughtiest fell.

Tiber's sedgy banks

Rustle with the past.

Ah, that Rome's bright ranks
Should fade to this at last!

liber's muddy bed!

Beneath thy burial lid-
If true what men have said-
Treasures of spoil lie hid.

And we were truly told,

From those foul deeps they raise.
A form of vigorous mould;
And behold! he prays.

The Royal Theatre.

Le Théatre Royal. The Opera and St. Hedwigs. L'Opera et PEglise St. Edwige.

DANNENBERG.

Covenant-song Before Battle.

On the morning of the fight near Dannenberg
Awful omens, dark and ruddy;

Usher in this morn of wrath,

And the sun looks cold and bloody
Out upon our bloody path.

Startling news a world will waken
Ere a few more hours are past,
And e'en now the lots are shaken,
And the iron die is cast.

Brothers, the night-shades are flying!-take warning.
Now, by the fresh, holy light of the morning,
Swear, hand in hand, to be true to the last.

In the gloom of nights behind us
Insult, ignominy frown,-

Foreign slaves with chains to bind us,
And our German oak bowed down.
Shamed has been the speech our mothers
Taught us, and our God blasphemed ;
We have pawned our honor,-brothers,
German brothers, be it redeemed!

Brothers, the hour is come! Side by side stand now!
Turn Heaven's wrath from your loved native land now!
Let the Palladium-the lost-be redeemed!

HAMBURG.

An Incident of the Fire at Hamburg.

The tower of old Saint Nicholas soared upward to the skies, Like some huge piece of Nature's make, the growth of centuries;

You could not call its crowding spires a work of human art, They seemed to struggle lightward from a sturdy living heart.

Not Nature's self more freely speaks in crystal or in oak, Than, through the pious builder's hand, in that gray pile she spoke;

And as from acorn springs the oak, so, freely and alone, Sprang from his heart this hymn to God, sung in obedient

stone.

It seemed a wondrous freak of chance, so perfect, yet so

rough,

A whim of Nature crystallized slowly in granite tough;
The thick spires yearned towards the sky in quaint har-

monious lines,

And in broad sunlight basked and slept, like a grove of blasted pines.

Never did rock or stream or tree lay claim with better right
To all the adorning sympathies of shadow and of light;
And in that forest, petrified, as forester, there dwells
Stout Herman, the old sacristan, sole lord of all its bells.

Surge leaping after surge, the fire roared onward red as blood,

Till half of Hamburg lay engulfed beneath the eddying flood:

For miles away the fiery spray poured down its deadly rain, And back and forth the billows sucked, and paused, and burst again.

ST ALPHONSUS SCHOOL

SEPTEMBER 20.1903.

CHICAGO

LORRAINE.

(Lorraine) (Lothringen).

Sweetly the June-time twilights wane
Over the hills of fair Lorraine,
Sweetly the mellow moonbeams fall

O'er rose-wreathed cottage and ivied wall;
But never dawned a brighter eve

Than the holy night of St. Genevieve,

And never moonlight fairer fell

Over the banks of the blue Moselle.

Richly the silver splendor shines,

Spangles with sheen the clustered vines,
And rests in benediction fair,

On midnight tresses and golden hair.
Golden hair and midnight tress
Mingle in tender lovingness,