THE BROWNIES IN GERMANY.

Another cried: ‘You may, indeed,

On me depend to take the lead.

A thousand airs I understand,

With all their variations grand,

That lead you off, as if astray,

From what you first commenced to play.
I'll blow the horn and draw the bow,
And how to beat the drum I’ll show,
So those who have the dullest ear

 

For music cannot help but hear,
And learn to love it as they should
If they are capable of good.”
This was enough for one and all;
That night they ran and made a haul.
The store was bolted like a cell,
But they got in, and out, as well,
Each bearing off as he professed,
The instrument he liked the best.
Soon some were much surprised to find
Their mouths for horns were not designed,
And some had fingers far too set
For either flute or clarionet.
But after changing round, I wis,
An hour or so, from that to this,
To rightly suit the mouth and hand
Of every member of the band,
They were in readiness at last,
With everything in order classed :
_The fiddle tuned to match the tone

Of something with a kindred drone,
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