DIES PISCATORI^. 527 



it is poetry done up prose fashion. Clark suspects Mace 

 Sloper of having perpetrated it. 



Nes. Let us have it, by all means. Vive le lager ! Yive 

 le pretzel ! Yive le Engel & Wolf ! 



Joe. Well, then, be quiet, while I read you the adventure 

 and impressions made on the mind of the gentleman who 

 attended 



HANS BREIT MANN'S BARTY. 



Hans Breitmann gife a barty — dey had biano blayin — I felled in lofe 

 mit a Merican frau. Her name was Madilda Yane. She hat haar as 

 proun as a pretzel bun ; de eyes were himmel blue ; and ven she looket 

 into mine, dey shplit mine heart in two. 



Hans Breitmann gife a barty : I vent dar you'll pe pound. I valzet 

 mit der Madilda Yane — und vent shpinnen round und round. De pootiest 

 freilein in the house — she vayed pout doo hoondert pound. 



Hans Breitmann gife a barty — I dells you, it cost him dear. Dey rollt 

 in more as seven kecks of foost rate Lager Bier — und venefer dey knocks 

 de shpicket in, de Deutschers gifes a cheer. I dinks dat so vine a barty 

 nefer coom to a het dis year. 



Hans Breitmann gife a barty. Dar all vas souse and brouse. Ven de 

 sooper come in, de gompany did make demselves de house. Dey ate das 

 Brot und Gensybroost; die Bratwoorst and Braten fine, and wash das 

 Abendessen down mit four parrels of Neckarwein. 



Hans Breitmann gife a barty : ve all got troonk as pigs : I poot mine 

 mout to a parrel of bier und schwallowed it oop mit a schwigs — und denn 

 I kissed Madilda Yane, und she schlap me on de kop, und de goompany 

 fought mit taple leeks dill de coonstaple made oos schtop. 



Hans Breitmann gife a barty: vhere is dat barty now? Vhere is de 

 lofely golten cloudt dat float on der moundain's prow ? Vhere is de him- 

 melstrahlende stern — de schtar of de spirit's light — all goned afay mit de 

 Lager Bier — afay in der Evigkeit. 



Joe. The editor's comment is, that the " internal evidence" 

 here is very strong. 



Nes. There is a touch of sublime melancholy in the last 

 verse that reminds me of Jack Beeves, in the character of a 



