Equally remarkable in another way was the poet Arndt, the inspired bard of Germany during the great uprising of the nation against Napoleon. His patriotic songs were then to German hearts what military music is to weary limbs, and his immortal lyric: "What is the German Fatherland?" - "Was ist des Deutschen Vaterland?" - is still almost as popular in Germany as the "Watch on the Rhine." At a time when from all parts of Germany recruits were hurrying to the front, with the one purpose of liberating their country from the oppression it had borne so long, the following lines were sung upon the march or round their camp-fires, and awakened wonderful enthusiasm and fraternal feeling:

Statue Of Beethoven

Statue Of Beethoven.

Statue Of Arndt

Statue Of Arndt.

"What is the German's Fatherland ? The Prussian land? the Swabian land? Where Rhine's thick-clustering fruitage gleams? Where on the Belt the sea-mew screams ? Not these the land; His is a wider Fatherland.

What is the German's Fatherland? Bavarian, or Westphalian land? Where on the Dunes the wild sand blows? Or where the Danube brawling flows? Not these the land; His is a wider Fatherland.

What is the German's Fatherland? Oh, name at length this mighty land! As wide as sounds the German tongue, And German hymns to God are sung, That is, the land; That, German, name thy Fatherland.

To us this glorious land is given; O Lord of Hosts, look down from heaven, And grant us German loyalty, To love our country faithfully; To love our land, Our undivided Fatherland.11

Besides his patriotic songs, Arndt also wrote some pamphlets - notably the "Spirit of the Age" and a "Catechism for Germany's Defenders" - whereby he appealed directly to the purest impulses and noblest sentiments of his countrymen. It is fitting, therefore, that he should have lived, revered and beloved by every one, to the extreme age of ninety years, "a marvel of vitality, faith, and heartiness, - a wonderful old man." His house in Bonn was near the Rhine, and overlooked the river at perhaps the most beautiseen and helped to bring about; and when he died, in 1860, an immense multitude of people followed his body to the grave.

Cologne

Cologne.

Godesburg Castle

Godesburg Castle.

He had already marked the place where he desired to be buried, under an oak tree planted by his own hands; and there, before the grave was closed, one of his own inspiring hymns was sung, and, as the music of its closing words floated away to lose itself above the Rhine, the precious dust of the old patriot was given to the embrace of his beloved Fatherland, which will forever guard it faithfully under the cross of stone which bears his name.

The Rhine, Near Rolandseck

The Rhine, Near Rolandseck.

Of all the cities that adorn the splendid panorama of the Rhine, Cologne is both the wealthiest and most renowned. It played a prominent part even in Roman history, and during the Middle Ages was occasionally called the "Rome of the North." Here Trajan received the summons to assume the imperial purple; here Vitellius and Silvanus were proclaimed emperors; and here the latter was murdered by his cohorts. Here, also, in the camp of Germanicus,Agrippina, the mother of Nero, was born, who, in a.d. 51, retaining an affection for her birthplace, established a colony of Roman veterans, to which she gave her name, Colonia Agrippina, - whence the modern name Cologne.

View Of Cologne

View Of Cologne.

Numerous churches greet the eye as one surveys this city from the Rhine, but its dominant feature is, of course, its glorious cathedral. Those who beheld this building twenty years ago would hardly recognize it now. Then, it resembled the hull of a huge ship without masts, since its great towers lacked completion. For centuries it had remained unfinished, - a splendid promise made to God, but unfulfilled. During six hundred and thirty-two years the mighty monument had grown, little by little; now halting for a generation, now actually retrograding, and very narrowly escaping ruin. Begun in 1248, it was not finished till 1880, when the last stone was finally placed in position; and the completion of the edifice was celebrated in the presence of old Emperor William and nearly all the princes of Germany. At present it has a glory and a majesty that lift it heavenward above all other churches in the world, and make of it a vast stone arch, bridging the stream of time, down which the intervening years have swept on to eternity. It is impossible to gaze on either the exterior or interior of the stupendous edifice without feeling well-nigh crushed by an overpowering realization of the sublime.