Note 8 — VI YOUNG GERMANY (continued 7)

"I will, as my gracious Saviour did, Find the sight of the children pleasant; So suffer the children to come, and first The big one, the Swabian peasant." Thus spake the monarch; the chamberlain ran, And return'd, introducing slowly The stalwart child from Swabia's land, Who made a reverence lowly. Thus spake the king: "A Swabian art thou? There's no disgrace in that, surely?" "Quite right! I was born in Swabia's land," Replied the Swabian demurely. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "One wish I will grant thee," the monarch said— Then the Swabian in deep supplication Knelt down and exclaimed: "O sire, I pray grant Their freedom once more to the nation!" The monarch in deep amazement stood, The scene was really enthralling; With his sleeve the Swabian wiped from his eye The tear that was well-nigh falling. At last said the king: "In truth a fine dream! Farewell, and pray learn discretion; And as a somnambulist plainly thou art, Of thy person I'll give the possession To two trusty gendarmes, whose duty 'twill be To see thee safe over the border-- Farewell! I must hasten to join the parade, The drums are beating to order." (BOWRING.)