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 " Mr. Leiand, the author of the only translation of Ileinrich Heine's songs into 
 English, or rather American, which seems to give us the least glimpse of those pa- 
 thetic gibes and scoffing bursts of woe in which we scarcely know whether there be 
 most of infinite passion and melody or infinite hate or scorn, has recently published 
 in the United States some remarkable ballads of his own, not without aomething in 
 them akin to Heine's lighter moods of mischief. Mr. Leland's art consists in depict- 
 ing in a racy German-Pennsylvanian patois the large infinite appetite for eartlily 
 things of this thoroughly carnal German- Yankee. There is a peculiar felicity in the 
 
 adaptation of the dialect to the vein of character indicated In the Party, 
 
 the goose and the sausage, and the beer and the fat .maiden, prolong themselves in 
 his memory in a sort of dreamy passion of regret, and he ends with a transcendental 
 finul-ye'arning worthy of Werter or Thackeray's. Jeames asking the abysses, 
 'Where the heavenly-beaming star, the star of the spirit's light,* and answering 
 with the profound desolation of aPennsylvauian Childe Harold 
 " ' All goned afay mit de Lager Bier, 
 Afay in de ewigkeit.' 
 
 "The likening of the Party, at which everybody got drunk *ash bifrs' and overeat 
 themselves like the same noble animals, to the 'lofely golden cloud dat float on de 
 mountain's prow,' and to the star whose light has been dissipated ages since; and 
 again the ' lyrical cry* of despair, as Mr. Matthew Arnold calls it, with which the 
 ballad ends — these are stings of satire which contain more humor, and strike deeper 
 than even Jeames' vulgarly lacquered imitations of sentiment. When Breitmann's 
 greed becomes maudlin, the ballads attain their climax in art." — London J^ectator. 
 
 "Byron would have delighted in • Hans Breitmann's Party.' He would have imi- 
 tated it at once, just as he imitated Frere's Comic Epic. The book is full of exquisite 
 
 fooling, and the comic elemtent is sustained from the first to the last stanza The 
 
 idea of making Don Quixote a German, placing him on American soil, and chronicling 
 his exploits in the ludicrous dialect of the American-German, is irresistibly droll. 
 
 It would be impossible to conceive anything more genuinely humorous than 
 
 some of these verses. We have laughed so heartily while reading them that we posi- 
 tively criticise with tears in our eyes The book has a kind of pliilological 
 
 value apart from its merits as an intensely humorous production It is one of 
 
 the richest specimens of Yankee humor since the Biglow Papers." — London Leader. 
 
 " The hero is a bit of true character, and the adventures through which he passes 
 are racy of the soil and of the time. But the oddity of his figure and his fortunes 
 would be lessened in any other medium than its language, the strange grotesqueneas 
 of which acts on the nerves as much as on the spirit. The very efli)rt to pronounce 
 this poetry sets one laughing." — London Athensaum. 
 
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Contents. 
 
 ATJTHOU'S PREFACE, 5 
 
 EXTRACT FROM A LETTER OP THE SPECIAL 
 CORRESPONDENT OP THE " LONDON DAILY 
 TELEGRAPH," 
 
 HANS BREITMANN'S VISION, 
 
 BREITMANN IN A BALLOON, 
 
 BREITMANN AND BOUILLI, 
 
 BREITMANN TAKES THE TOWN OE NANCY, 
 
 BREITMANN IN BIVOUAC, . . . . 
 
 BREITMANN'S LAST PARTY, 
 
 GLOSSARY, 
 
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 11 
 IT 
 24 
 29 
 35 
 39 
 47 
 
 (3) 
 
Cornell University 
 Library 
 
 The original of tliis bool< is in 
 tlie Cornell University Library. 
 
 There are no known copyright restrictions in 
 the United States on the use of the text. 
 
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Author's Preface. 
 
 THE readers of more than one newspaper -will 
 recall that the idea of representing Breit- 
 mann as an TJhlan, scouting over France, 
 and frequently laying houses and even cities under 
 heavy contribution, has occurred to very many of 
 " Our Own." A spirited correspondent of the Lon- 
 don Daily Telegraph, and others of literary fame, 
 have familiarly referred to the TJhlan as Breitmann, 
 indicating that the German-American free-lance has 
 grown into a type ; and more than one newspaper, 
 anticipating this volume, has published Anglo-Ger- 
 man poems referring to Hans Breitmann and the 
 Prussian-French war. It is, therefore, not remark- 
 able that I should have written the following little 
 
 (6) 
 
book, which I sincerely trust may find as favorable 
 a reception as did its predecessors in the same 
 genre. 
 
 It is needless, perhaps, to say, that I no more in- 
 tend to ridicule or satirise the German cause, or the 
 German method of making war, in these poems, 
 than I did those of the American Union, when I 
 first introduced Breitmann as a " bummer" plunder- 
 ing the South. Every army has its unscrupulous 
 stragglers and marauding scouts, whose adventures 
 form good subjects for story and song. 
 
 CHARLES G. LELAND. 
 
Extract from a Letter 
 
 OF THS SPECIAL COBSBSFONDSNT 
 
 OF THB 
 
 "LONDON DAILY TBLSaEAPH." 
 
 THE Prussian Uhlan of 18T0 seems destined 
 'to fill in French legendary chronicle the 
 place which, during the invasions of 1814-15, 
 was occupied by the Cossack. He is a great travel- 
 ler. Nancy, Bar-le-Duc, Commercy, Rheims, Cha- 
 lons, St. Dizier, Chaumont, have all heard of him. 
 The Uhlan makes himself quite at home, and drops 
 in, entirely in a friendly way, on mayors and cor- 
 porations, asking not only himself to dinner, but an 
 indefinite number of additional Uhlans, who, he 
 says, may be expected hourly. The Uhlan wears a 
 blue uniform turned up with yellow, and to the end 
 
 (7) 
 
8 
 
 of his lance is aflBxed a streamer intimately resem- 
 bling a very dirty white pocket-handkerchief. Some- 
 times he hunts in couples, sometimes he goes in 
 threes, and sometimes in fives. When he lights 
 upon a village, he holds it to ransom; when he 
 comes upon a city, he Captures it, making it literally 
 the prisoner of his bow and his spear. A writer in 
 Blackwood's Magazine once drove the people of 
 Lancashire to madness by declaring that, in the 
 Rebellion of 1145, Manchester "was taken by a 
 Scots sergeant and a wench ;" but it is a notorious 
 fact that Nancy submitted without a murmur to five 
 Uhlans, and that Bar-leDuc was occupied by two. 
 When the Uhlan arrives in a conquered city, he 
 visits the mayor, and makes his usual inordinate 
 demands for meat, drink, and cigars. If his de- 
 mands are acceded to, he accepts everything with a 
 grin. If he is refused, he remarks, likewise with a 
 grin, that he will come again to-morrow with three 
 thousand light horsemen, and he gallops away; but 
 in many cases he does not return. The secret of 
 the fellow's success lies mainly in his unblushing im- 
 pudence, his easy mendacity, and that intimate 
 
knowledge of every highway and byway of the 
 country which, thanks to the military organization 
 of the Prussian army, he has acquired in the regi- 
 mental school. He gives himself out to be the pre- 
 cursor of an imminently advancing army, when, 
 after all, he is only a boldly adventurous free-lanoe, 
 who has ridden thirty miles across country on tlie 
 chance of picking up something in the way of infor- 
 mation or victuals. Only one more touch is needed 
 to complete the portrait of the Uhlan. His verita- 
 ble name would seem to be Hans Breitmann, and 
 his vocation that of a " bummer ;" and Breitmann, 
 we learn from the preface to Mr. Leland's ballad, had 
 a prototpye in a regiment of Pennsylvania cavalry 
 by the name of Jost, whose proficiency in "bum- 
 ming," otherwise " looting," in swearing, fighting, 
 and drinking lager beer, raised him to a pitch of 
 glory on the Federal side which excited at once 
 the envy and the admiration of the boldest bush- 
 whackers and the gauntest guerillas in the Confed- 
 erate host. 
 2 
 
Ereitmann as an UMan. 
 
 "Derevas Tonce oopon a dimes a Fi-antscliraan, who asket 
 if a Sherman could have isprit. Allowin for his pad shbellin, 
 de reater viU find dat der Herr Breitmann was have a spree goot 
 many dimes. Yon gant ged round de Dootch. 
 
 Fkitz Sohwackbnhammbr. 
 
 HANS BEEITMANIT'S VISION. 
 
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 OTTS blitz I blau Peuer, potz bomben Tod I 
 Tot sMmmers in de mitnacbt roth ? 
 Like hell-shtrom boorst o'er heafen's plain, 
 Trowin dead light on eart acain : — 
 Ja ! — wide im nord om Odin shtone 
 Lies a shiant form im glare alone, 
 Troonk py de eis-kalt roarin shdream 
 Der Hans ish hafe ein wunder tream. 
 Troonk om haunted Odinstein 
 Im Hexenlicht und Elfenschein 
 
 (11) 
 
12 
 
 Vhere blooty Druids omens trew 
 
 From grin und screech of sliaps dey slew,* 
 
 Or vhere der Norseman long of yore 
 
 Yas carren eagles on de shore, 
 
 As o'er him yell de Yalkyr broot 
 
 TJnd crows valk round knee teep im ploot, 
 
 Vhile rabens schkreem o'er ruddy bay ; 
 
 Dere — ten pottles troonk — Hans Breitmann lay. 
 
 Fast und rof der war-man shnore 
 Like de hammer-shlog of Thor, 
 Schnell ash Mjollner's bang und beatf 
 Heaved de form from het to veet, 
 VhUe apofe him in de shkies 
 Dere he saw a glorie rise, 
 TJnd im mittle von it all 
 De iron lords of crate Valhall. 
 
 Long he gaze mit wolfen glare 
 At de Aesir| in de air. 
 
 * " From the palpitations of dying human victims, Druids and 
 Druidesses -were wont to draw their auguries. "^M« Early 
 Races of /Scotland, by Lieut. Col. Forbes Leslie. London, 1S66. 
 
 t Mjollner, The Hammer of Thor. 
 
 X Gods in the Norse religion. 
 
13 
 
 Long mit shneerin baren grin 
 
 He toorn his nase auf und hin 
 
 (For ne'er a Sherman — tam de otts — 
 
 Vas efer yet gife in to Gotts,) 
 
 Dill avery Aes-owned oop dat he 
 
 A gott-like man of brass moost pe. 
 
 Shtern der Breitmann raise his het, 
 To his fader Gotts he set : 
 " Let your worts of wisehood shlip ; 
 Rush your runes, und let 'em rip ! 
 For you de gotts hafe efer pe 
 Of dose who vere ash gotts to me : — 
 Alt Thor der Thoren here pelow — 
 Yot hell you vants,* I'd like to know ?" 
 
 Antworded ash de donner clangs, 
 Der fader of de iron bangs : 
 " De gotts will let de hell dogs go, 
 Und raise damnation here pelow ; 
 
 * Dese ontpressions ish not to pe angeseen py anypodies ash 
 sclivearin, boot ash inderesdin Norse or Sherman idioms. Goot 
 many reflewers vot reflewsed to admire soosli derms In de earlier 
 editions ish politelich requestet to braise dem in future nodices 
 from a transcendental philological stand-point. 
 
 Fritz Schwackenhammeu. 
 
14 
 
 Until de sassy Frenchmen schmell 
 De rifers ten dat roon troo hell. 
 To telle dis I comme dence, ' 
 Dou lord of lion impudence. 
 
 " Drafeller I I know dee veil I 
 Breitmann improturbable ! 
 Vhen on eart I hat my shy, 
 Breitmann of dat age vas I. 
 I schwear py Thor I so crate und gay, 
 I smashed de Jotuna in my tay, 
 Und dow shaU pe ge-writ soopllme 
 Ash de crate Thor of deiner time. 
 
 " Now ve lets de eagles vly 
 Skreemin troo de vlamin shky, 
 Our own specials : — dare nod laugh ; 
 For in de London Telegraph, 
 A voondrous poy vot make oos shdare. 
 For hop That may, he's alvays dere ! 
 Till dell de worlt, troo blut and flame, 
 Hans Breitmann ist der Uhlan's name. 
 
 " Und all dou e'er on eart has done, 
 From oop gang oontil settin sun, 
 Yill pe ash ntx — I schvear py Thor I 
 To Tat dou'lt do in dieser war ; 
 
15 
 
 Plazin roofs und mordered men, 
 
 Hell set loose on eart again ; 
 
 Rush und ride in shtorm und fleet, 
 
 Cannon roarin, pools of bloet ; 
 
 Deutschland mad in fool career, 
 
 Led py dy Uhlanen speer. 
 
 Hell's harfest — sheafs ef fictorie, 
 
 Reaped mit deat's sword und reapt by dee ! 
 
 " Ja ! On many a dorf und disch, 
 Dou shalt pring a requisish ;* 
 Dwendy dimes de Prantscher men 
 Hafe sporned dy land in blut acain — 
 All dose dwenty dimes in von, 
 Py Deutschland shall to France pe done, 
 Und dwenty dimes in blut and wein 
 Shalst dou refenge de Palatine. 
 
 * Sequisish. An abbreviation of the ■word requisition, wliich 
 Breitmaun had heard during the War of Emancipation. I once 
 heard this cant term used in a droll manner, about the end of 
 the war, by a little girl, six years old, the daughter of a quarter- 
 master. She had" confiscated," or "foraged," or "skir- 
 mished," as it was indifferently called, a toy whip belonging 
 to her little brother of four years, who was clamorously de- 
 manding its return. "I cannot let you have the whip," said 
 she gravely, " as I need it for military purposes ; but I can give 
 you a requisish for it on my papa, who will give you an order 
 on the United States Government." 
 
 C. G. L. 
 
16 
 
 Go ! — ^mit shpeer und fiery muth ! 
 
 Go ! — mit durst for bier und blutl 
 
 Go 1 — mit lofe for Vaterland, 
 
 Into burning fury fanned : 
 
 Towns und hen-roosts shall hafe shown 
 
 There der Uhlan ist peen gone, 
 
 Und cocks vill cut und men crow tame 
 
 To hear of der Ulilanen name." 
 
 Der fision fadet in de shky, 
 
 Und hours vent on und time goed py, 
 
 Vot heardest dou Napolium I 
 
 De rumpitty, rumpitty, rumpitty poom 1 
 
 Yen you hear de sound of de'droom, 
 
 Oh denn you know dat de Dootch hafe coom, 
 
 De treadful roarin Dootch mit de droom 
 
 Und de roompitty, pumpitty, poompitty pum I 
 
 De wild ferocious Dootch on a bum 
 
 Mit sworts vot shblit de cranium, 
 
 In cannon roar und pattle hum, 
 
 Mit fee und faw on de foe und fum I 
 
 Led py de awful Breitemum 1 
 
 Bitty boom I 1 
 
 Boom I 
 
BEEITMANN IN A BALLOON. 
 
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 HO vas efer hear soosh voonders, 
 
 Holy breest or virshin nonn? 
 As pefelled de Coptain Breitmann, 
 
 Vhen he hoont an air-ballon. 
 Der Bizzy* und der Dizzy ,f 
 
 Mit Lothairingen und Lothair, 
 Vas nodings to dis Deutscher, 
 
 Who vent kitin troo de air. 
 
 Id was im yar Nofember, 
 
 In eighdeen sefendee, 
 Der Breitmann vent a prowlin, 
 
 By monden light vent he. 
 In fiUages deserted 
 
 He hear de Uhu moan ; 
 For you alvays hear der TJhu J 
 
 Vhere der XJhu-lan ish gone. 
 
 * Bismarck. t Disraeli, 
 
 t Vhu. An owl— the bird of kn-owZ-edge. 
 
 3 (17) 
 
18 
 
 Alone allonsed * der Uhlan, 
 
 Boot nodings could he find 
 Safe whitey clouds a drivin 
 
 In moonshine fore de wind. 
 Boot ash he see dese cloudins 
 
 He bemark dat von vas round, 
 Und inshtead of goin oopwarts 
 
 It kep risin towards de ground.f 
 
 " Oh, vot ish dis a gomin ? 
 
 Some planet, py de Lord 1 
 Too boor to life in heafen, 
 
 Cooin down on eart to poard ; 
 TJnd pelow it schwing tree engels — 
 
 Two he-vons mit a wench. 
 Boot, mein Gott ! vot sort of engels 
 
 Can dose pe, dalkin Frsentsch I 
 
 " I hafe read in Bckhartshausen 
 Dat oop in heafen — py tarn ! 
 De engels dalk in Sherman, 
 
 Und sing Mardin Luther's psalm. 
 
 * Allans. Uhlan slang for go or went, as in America they 
 use the Spanish word vamos to express every person in every 
 sense of the verb to go. Pronounce allon^d. 
 
 t " Mine bread rises downwarts dis dime, I dint." 
 
 Tales, by J. K. Pauldins. 
 
19 
 
 nein — es sind kein engeln 
 
 Vot sail so smoofly on, 
 Das sind verfluchte Pranzosen 
 • In einem luft-ballon I"* 
 
 Hei ! how der Breitmann streak it 
 
 Ven Tonce he kess de trut' ! 
 He spurred id like de wild fire 
 
 Of hope in early yout'. 
 Troo de weingarts like der teufel 
 
 Vhen he shase a lawyer's soul ; 
 Down der moundain mit his lanze 
 
 Und his wafin banderol. 
 
 Down de moundain, o'er de valley, 
 
 Troo de village he ish gone ; 
 Dog-barks die out pehind him, 
 
 Oders bark ash he come on. 
 Liddle heedet he deir bellin, 
 
 Liddle mind der Hahnen crow ; 
 Liddle hear dur Bauren yellin, 
 
 Clotter, dodder, on he go. 
 
 * " O no, those are no angels 
 
 Which sail so smoothly on. 
 O no — they're cursSrl Frenchmen 
 All in an air-halloou. ' 
 
20 
 
 " Oh, vot isli hoontin foxen, 
 
 Uiid vot ish yager pliss, 
 Und vot ish shasin bison 
 
 On de blains, to soosh ash dis ? 
 I hafe dinked dat roonin rebels 
 
 Vas de pest of eartly fun ; 
 Boot id isn't half so sholly 
 
 Ash to go a luft-ballon." 
 
 Und ash id shdill vent onwart, 
 
 ShdUl onwarts mit der wind, 
 Dere coom a real madness 
 
 To catch id o'er his mind. 
 TJnd had'st dou seen him vlyin, 
 
 Dat wild onfuriate brick, 
 Dou'st hafe schworn dat Coptain Breitmann 
 
 Was pecome balloonatic. 
 
 In fain dey trow deir sand-bags, 
 
 In fain all dings let fall, 
 De ballon shdill kep a sinkin, 
 
 Und id voukln't rise at all. 
 Yet de wild wind trife id onwarts, 
 
 Onwarts shdill der Breitmann go, 
 Dill he cotch id py a rope-ent 
 
 Vot vas hangin town pelow. 
 
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 Boot vhen it risen oopwarts, 
 
 Ash lie gling to id, of corse, 
 Mit der letter hand he holtet 
 
 To de pridle of his horse. 
 Der horse valk on his hiad-legs : 
 
 Too schwer to rise vas he ; 
 Mein Gott 1 vot fix for Breitmann 
 
 Of de Uhlan cavallrie I 
 
 So he go for seferal stunden 
 
 Petween himmel nnd eart pelow, 
 Boot der teufel und die engels 
 
 Couldn't make der Hans let go. 
 Dill all at Tonce an id& 
 
 Coom from his loocky shtar — 
 He led co his horse's pridle 
 
 TJnd glimb oop indo de car. 
 
 Und vot you dinks he foundet 
 
 Vhen in dat air-ballon ? 
 A nople Englisch vicomte, 
 
 Milord de Robinson ; 
 Und mit him vas a laity 
 
 Mit whom he'd rooned afay, 
 Whom he introduce to Breitmann 
 
 Ash die Jungfer Salom^. 
 
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 Und der dritte was a barson, 
 
 Whom Milord, mit prudent view, 
 Hat took als secretaire, 
 
 Likevise for pallast doo. 
 Dey should hafe bitched him ofer 
 
 Vhen de'gas was out, dey say; 
 Boot de dam^ vould not 'low it: — 
 
 Slie'd an arrifere pens^e. 
 
 Sait Milord : " Afar we've wandered, 
 
 We are done completely brown ; 
 And I'll give a thousand shiners 
 
 If you'll take me to a town 
 Where no one will molest us 
 
 Till we find our way to Lon — " 
 Here der Breitmann ent de sentence 
 
 Ash he gry out, shortly, " done ! " 
 
 " And as for this fair lady 
 
 To whom I would be bound," 
 Said Milord, " we'll have a wedding 
 
 Before we reach the ground. 
 To escape her father's anger 
 
 We fled to live in peace, 
 But she's relatives in London, 
 
 And they have — the police." 
 
23 
 
 vas not dis a voonders 
 
 To make de Captain shdare ? — 
 A tausend pounds in bocliet 
 
 Und a Teddin in de air ? 
 He gafe avay de laity 
 
 Und als sie wieder kam 
 Znr festen Erde weider 
 
 Ward sie Robinson Madame.* 
 
 '• go mit me," said Breitmann, 
 
 " go in mein Quartier! 
 Don't mind denm gommon soldiers, 
 
 For I'm an offlcier." 
 He guide dem troo de coontry 
 
 Till dey reach de ocean strand ; 
 Now dey sit und pless Hans Breitmann 
 
 In de far-off English land. 
 
 Dis ish Breitmann's last adfenture 
 
 How troo Himmel air flew he : 
 Und it's dime, oh nople reader ! 
 
 For a dime to part from dee. 
 Dou may'st dake it all in earnest 
 
 Or pelieve id's only fon ; 
 Boot dere's woonder dings has hoppent 
 
 Fery oft in Luft-ballon. 
 
 * And when she came adown 
 Unto the earth's firm surface, 
 She was Mrs. Kobinson. 
 
BREITMANN AND BOUILLI. 
 
 ' Tr&s estimfi ami, — Ick seyn nook nit verdorb, 
 Vielleickt Sie denck wohl kar, das ick sey tod gestorb, 
 Ock ne Kott loben Danck, ick leb nook kanss wolil auf. 
 
 Natarlioh wie Kespenst die off die Kasse keh." 
 
 — Deutsch-Franzos, Leipzig, 1730. 
 
 V 
 
 OT roombles down de Bergstrass ? 
 
 Yot a grash ish in de air I 
 Mit a desberate gonfusion, 
 
 XJnd a gry of wild tespair ; 
 Das sind gethrasht Franzosen,* 
 
 Und dose wlio after flee 
 Are de terror of Champagner, 
 
 Die TJhlan cavallrie. 
 
 So liddle say die hoonted, 
 De hoonters lesser shdill ; 
 
 Der Frank is ride for's leben, 
 Der Deutscher rides to kill. 
 
 * Tliose are thraBhed Frenchmen. 
 
 (24) 
 
25 
 
 Ofcr dieldy-doosty faces 
 Deir eyes like wild-katz's glare ; 
 
 Do blut und iron ridin 
 Of furie und despair. 
 
 Boot of all de wild TJhlanen, 
 
 Der Breitmann ride de pest ; 
 For he mark de Franisch gommanter 
 
 Ish most elegandtly tresst. 
 Und ash he coom down on him, 
 
 Dere's a deaf look in his eye : 
 " Gotts ! if I carfe dat toorkey, 
 
 How I'll make de stoofln vly 1" 
 
 Mit a clotter und a Hotter, 
 
 Like a hell-sturm dey are on ; 
 Mit a rottle to de pattle 
 
 Coom de Deutschers, knockin' down, 
 Down de moundain to a bruck^ — 
 
 Vhy die Frantschmen toom ad bay ? 
 Oder Deutsch were dere pefore dem, 
 
 Und die pridge ish coot avay 1 
 
 Yon second der Franzose 
 Look down mit blitzen eye ; 
 
 Von second at de bruckd, 
 Den toom him round to die. 
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26 
 
 Vhile mit out-ge-poke-te lanze, 
 
 Like ter teufel shot from hell, 
 Rode der ploonder-shtarvin Breitmann 
 
 On der grau-bart Colonel. 
 
 Vot for der Captain Breitmann 
 
 Ish shdop in his career ? 
 Vot for he pool his pridle ? 
 
 Vot for let down his speer? 
 Vot for his eyes like saucers 
 
 Grow pigger, rimmed mit staub ? 
 Vot for his hair, a pristlin, 
 
 Lift oop his pickel-haub ?* 
 
 So awfool — so oneart'ly, 
 
 So treadful was his glare, 
 So unbeschreiblich gastly, 
 
 Dat der Colonel self was shkare. 
 Oop come der Breitmann ridin, 
 
 Und mit gratin foice he said : 
 " Bist — du — ^wirkelich — lebendig ? f 
 
 Can de grafe gife oop its tead ? 
 
 * Der Uhlan vas nod shenerall y wear pickel-haube, but dis tay 
 der IleiT Breitmann gebappant to hafe von on. 
 
 Fkitz Schwackekhammer. 
 
 t " And art thou truly living ?" 
 
27 
 
 " Dou livest yet — dou breaf st yet, 
 
 Dough, oldter now you pe 
 Since I mordered you in Strasburg, 
 
 Mein freund — ^mon Jean Bouilli. 
 We lofed de selfe maiden 
 
 Wohl forty years agone : — 
 She died to hear I kilt you : — 
 
 Jean — ^how weiss your beard ish grown I 
 
 " I would gife my Hab' und Giiter,* 
 
 Dereto mein bit of life, 
 Couldt I pring dat shild to leben, 
 
 TJnd make her, Jean, dy wife I" 
 Here der Breitmann boorst out gryin, 
 
 Like a liddle prook vept he ; 
 Und dey hugged and gissed einander, 
 
 Der Breitmann und Bouilli. 
 
 " Ach, de eflls dat from efil 
 
 Troo a life ish efer grow I 
 Had I nefer dink I killed you. 
 
 Many a man were livin now — • 
 Many a man dat shleeps in canebrakes. 
 
 Many a man py pillow-shore ; 
 For dy morder mate me reckelos, 
 
 Und von tead man gries for more I 
 
 * " All my property." 
 
28 
 
 " 0, Madchen ! schon im Himmel ! * 
 
 (Warst schon on eart' diflne) — 
 Can'st dink among de Engeln 
 
 Of soosh as me und mine ? 
 Den look on soosh a Reue, 
 
 Ash eart' has nefer known : — 
 "Whereto hast dou a sabre ? 
 
 Whei'efore not kill me, Jean ?" 
 
 " 0, ne pleurez pas, mon Breitmann I 
 
 Je trouve cela trop fort," 
 Gry der Colonel sehr politelich ; 
 
 " How! — you crois dat I was Tiwrt ! 
 Mon Dieu ! ' Tis but one minute. 
 
 As we galloped to this plain, 
 I thought your spear, mon gaillard. 
 
 Would kill me o'er again. 
 
 " Je vous fais mon compliment, 
 
 Your tendreese becomes you well ; 
 Et ne pleurez pas, mon brave, 
 
 Pour la petite demoiselle. 
 I have had a thousand since ; 
 
 One can always find such game ; 
 Et pour dire la vdritd, 
 
 I have quite forgot her name." 
 
 * " O maiden fair in Heaven ! " 
 
29 
 
 Der Breitmann look so earnest, 
 
 Long and earnest at his foe, 
 Ash if seein troo his augen 
 
 To de forty years ago. 
 Mit vot a shmile der Breitmann 
 
 Toorned roundt und rode away : 
 Dat was all his parting greetin 
 
 To der Colonel Frangais. 
 
 BEEITMANN TAKES THE TOWN OP NANCY. 
 
 
 
 HEAR a wondrous shdory 
 Vot soundet like romance, 
 How Breitmann mit four Uhlans 
 Yas dake de town of Nantz. 
 De Frantschmen call it Nancy.* 
 Und dey say its very hard 
 Dat Nancy mit her soldiers 
 Vas getook py gorpral's guard. 
 
 * Nancy, the "light of love" ofLorrame. — London Times, 
 Dec. 6, 1870. 
 
30 
 
 Dey dink id vas King Willielm 
 Ash Hans ride in de down, 
 TJnd like Odin in his glorie 
 Gazed derriply aroun'. 
 Denn mit awfool condesenchen 
 He at de Prantschmen shtare, 
 TJnd say, " Ye wretsched shildren ! 
 Abbortez mir vodre mere /" 
 
 Hans mean de city Syndic, 
 
 Vhom maire de Frantschmen call ; 
 
 So mit a tousand soldiers 
 
 Dey 'scort him to de Hall : 
 
 In de shair of shtade dey sot him, 
 
 Der maire coom to pe heard, 
 
 TJnd Hans glare at him fife minutes 
 
 Pefore he shbeak a word. 
 
 Den in iron dones he ootered : 
 " Ich temand que rentez fous : 
 Shai dreisig mille soldaten 
 Bas loin I'ici, barploo ! 
 Aber tonnez-moi Champagner ; 
 Shai an soif exdrortinaire — 
 
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 Apout one douzaine cart-loads ; 
 Und dann je fous laisse faire."* 
 
 Denn he say to Schwackenliammer, 
 His segretair€ — " Read 
 A liddle exdra list6 
 Of dings de army need, 
 Und dell dem in Franzosisch 
 Dey moost shell de neetfool down 
 In less dan dwendy minudes, 
 Or, py Gott, I'LL purn de town." 
 
 • Item — on tousand vatches 
 Of purest gold so fair ; 
 Dazu fiinf -tousand silbem. 
 For de gommon soldiers' wear ; 
 Und tree dousand diamant ring^ 
 Dey moost make tirectly come. 
 We need dem for our schweethearts 
 Van we write to em at home I 
 
 * " I require you to surrender : 
 I have thirty thousand men 
 Not far from here, parbleu ! 
 But give me first champagne ; 
 I've a wondrous thirst, you know — 
 About a dozen cart-loads ; 
 And then I'll let you go." 
 
' Von million cigarren 
 Ve'll accept ash extra boons 
 For not squeezin dem seferely, 
 Dazu dwelf tousend shboons." 
 Here der maire fell down in schwoonin, 
 Penn all dat lie could say 
 Tas " men dieu de dieu, dieu I 
 Kous voila ruin^es 1"* 
 
 No wort der Breitmann ootercd, 
 He only make a sgratch, 
 Calm and silend, on de daple, 
 Mit a liddle friction match. 
 De maire versteh de motion, 
 So went him to de task 
 Of raisin mong de peoples 
 Vot it vas der Breitmann ask. 
 
 So kam he mit de ring^ 
 Dey vind dem pooty soon ; 
 So kam he mit de vatches, 
 TJnd avery silber spoon. 
 Boot ash for de champagner 
 He wept and loudly call 
 Dat par dieu 1 he hadn't any, 
 For de Deutsch hafe troonk it all. 
 
 * " O Lord, Lord, Lord I 
 We are ruined I" 
 
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 Ja ! — de gorporal's guart have trinket 
 Efery pottle in de down, 
 Vhile dese negotiations 
 Oop-stairs vere written down. 
 Boot der Breitmann sooplimely, 
 Like von who nodings felt, 
 Said, " Instet of le champagner 
 Nous brentirons du gelt.* 
 
 " Ja wohl ! Donnes cent mille franken, 
 O'est mir ^gal, you know ;f 
 Pid dem pring id in a horry. 
 For 'tis dime for oos to go." 
 Der maire he pring de money, 
 TJnd der Breitmann squeeze his hand,^- 
 
 " Leb wohl, dou nople brickbat, 
 Herzbruder in Prankenland I 
 
 " Boot it griefes my soul to larmen, 
 Und I sypatize mit dein. 
 To pense of you, mon ami. 
 Sans le champagner wein. 
 Dere will oder Deutsch pe gomin, 
 Und it preak mine heart to dink 
 
 * " We will take the ready gelt." 
 
 f " TeSj give a hundred thousand francs, 
 'Tia all one to me, you know." 
 
 5 
 
34 
 
 De vay dey'll bang and slang you 
 If dere's no champagae to trink I 
 
 " Cela fous fera miser^ 
 Que she ne feux bas see ; 
 So, voUow mes gonseill^s, 
 Et brenez mon afls. 
 Shai, moi, deux mille boutelles, 
 De meilleur dat man can ashk,* 
 Vich I will gladly sell — 
 Sheap as dirt — ten franks a flask." 
 
 De maire look oop to heafen, 
 Wohl nodings could he say. 
 Yhile oud indo de mitnight 
 Der Breitmann rode afay. 
 Away — atown de falley, 
 Till noding more abbeara 
 Boot de glitter of de moonUght, 
 De moonlight on deir spears. 
 
 * "Ah, that will make yon trouble, 
 Which I would not gladly see ; 
 So, follow all my counsels, 
 And take advice from me 
 I have, two thousand bottles. 
 The best " 
 
Breitmann in Bivouac. 
 
 H 
 
 B sits in bivouacke, 
 
 By flre, peneat' de drees ; 
 A pottle of champagner 
 
 Held shently on his knees ; 
 His lange TJhlan lanze 
 
 Stuck pj him in de sand ; 
 Yhile a goot peas-poodin' sausage 
 
 Adorn his oder hand. 
 
 Und jungere TJhlanen 
 
 Sit round wit oben moxit' 
 To hear der Breitmann's shdories 
 
 Of fitin in de Sout.' 
 TJnd he gife dem moral lessons, 
 How pefore de battle pops : 
 " Take a liddle brayer to Himmel, 
 
 Und a goot long trink of schnapps." 
 
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36 
 
 Den his leutenant bemarket : 
 
 " How voonder shdrange it peen 
 Dat so very many wild pigs 
 
 Isti dis year in de Ardennes. 
 Ash I scout dere — 'donner'r 'wetter !- 
 
 I sah dem coom heraus, 
 Shoost here und dere an Eber 
 
 Mit a lioondert tousand saus. 
 
 " Shost dink of all dese she-piclcs 
 
 Vor flet to neutral land !" 
 Said Breitmann : " Fery easy 
 
 Ish dis to oonderstand : 
 Dese schwein-picks mit d& saucn 
 
 Yot you saw a-roonin rond, 
 Ish a crate medempsygosis 
 
 Of the Frantsche demi-monde. 
 
 " I hafe readet in de Bible 
 
 How soosh a coterie 
 Vas ge-toornet indo swine-pieks, 
 
 ,Und roon down indo de see ; 
 Boot since de see aint handy, 
 
 Or de picks vere all too dumm, 
 Dey hafe coot agross de porder 
 
 Und vly to Belgium," 
 
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 Now ash dey boorst oud laughin, 
 
 Und got more liquor out, 
 Dey hearden from de sendry 
 
 A shot and denn a shout. 
 Und Breitmann crasp his sabre 
 
 Quich ash de bullet hiss, 
 Und leapin out, demantet, 
 
 " Her'r'r'r Gott ! vat row ish dish V 
 
 Und bold der Schwabian answert : 
 
 " Dis minute on de ground 
 Dere coomed a Prantschman greepin, 
 
 On all-fours a-prowlin round. 
 I ask him vat he vanted ; 
 
 Werda! I gry; boot he 
 Say nodings to my shallenge, 
 
 Und only answer ' OuV 
 
 " So I shoot him like der teufels, 
 
 Und I rader dink our friend, 
 Dis sneakin Prank-tiroir, 
 
 Ish a-drawin to his end." 
 So dey hoonted in de pushes, 
 
 Und in avery gorner dig, 
 Boot, mein Gott ! how dey vas laughen, 
 
 Ven dey found a — mordered pig. 
 
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 Next week day hear from Paris, 
 
 TJnd reat in de Gaulois 
 Of de most adrocious action 
 
 Der vorlt vas efer saw. 
 How de TJhlan cannibalen, 
 
 Dis vile und awful prood, 
 Hafe Milt a nople Frantschman, 
 
 TJnd cut him oop for food. 
 
 " Ja — shop him indo sausage, 
 
 Und coot him indo ham ; 
 Und schwear dey'U serfe all oders 
 
 Exacdly so — py tarn I 
 Sons of France, awake to glory, 
 
 Let your anciend valor shine ! 
 Und schweep dis Prussian vermin 
 
 Het und dails indo de Rhine I 
 
BEEITMANN'S LAST PAETY. 
 
 For fear of some missed ouder standings, I Tould slitate, dat 
 AiB Is only mean de last Barty dat der Herr Coptain Breitmann 
 has ge given — asyed. Plmepy I kess he gife anoder von, uud 
 iflliits an in-leading, or Indrotuckshun,' I kess I'll go. I am 
 von of de vellers dat vos ad de virst Barty, vhere mine cousine 
 de Madilda Tane vas tantz mit Herr Breitmann. 
 
 Fkitz Sohwaokenhammer, 
 Olim Studiosus Theologies, now Uhlan free-lancer, 
 and Segretarius of Coptain Breitmann 
 
 V 
 
 OT gollops at midnight, 
 
 Mit h'roolah and yell, 
 Like der teufel's wild yager 
 
 Boorst loose out of hell ? 
 Vot cleams in the sunrise 
 
 Bright vlashin in gold ? 
 Das sind die XJhlanzers 
 
 Of Breitmann der bold. 
 
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40 
 
 Dey frighten de coontry, 
 
 Dey ploonder de toun ; 
 And when dey are oop 
 
 Die Franzosen co doun ; 
 For pefore de wild Norsemen 
 
 De Southron must flee: 
 Ah ira Normannorum 
 
 Libera nos Domine 1* 
 
 How dey sweep de chateux I 
 
 How dey grab oop de hens 1 
 TJnd gobble de toorkeys 
 
 Shoot oop in de pens 1 
 Like de Angel of Deaf 
 
 Dey are ragin abroad : 
 You may track dem py fedders 
 
 Knee-deep in de road. 
 
 der Breitmann ish on, 
 
 Und der Breitmann is on, 
 TJnd mit him de Dhlans 
 
 Are ploonderin gone. 
 De demon of fengeance 
 
 His wings o'er em vave, 
 Mit deir fingers like hooks, 
 
 Und de breat' of de grafe. 
 
 * From the wrath of the Northmen, deliver us, Lord ! 
 
41 
 
 Dey coom to a castel, 
 
 So shplendid, of bricks 
 Franzosen defend it. 
 
 Das lielp em gar nichts. 
 For de Uhlans hafe take it, 
 
 Dey smash in de gate, 
 Und inshpired by Gott's fury, 
 
 Dey shdole all de plate. 
 
 From shamber to shamber 
 
 Dey fighted deir way, 
 Till dead in de hall 
 
 De Franzosen all lay ; 
 TJnd dere shtood a madchen 
 
 So lieblich und hold. 
 Who laugh at de dead 
 
 Troo her ringlocks of gold. 
 
 Den der Breitmann, all plooty, 
 
 To'm madel so lind, 
 Spoke courtly und tender : 
 
 " Yy laughst dou, mein kind ?" 
 Denn de plue-eyed young peaudy, 
 
 Mit lippe so red, 
 Said, " Vy not shall I laughen ? 
 
 Dose Frenchmen are dead. 
 6 
 
42 
 
 " I coom hear from Deutscliland, 
 
 De shildren to teach ; 
 Dey mock me for Deutsch, 
 
 Und dey sneer at mine sbeech ; 
 Und since de war komm, 
 
 Dey vas nearly gone mad, 
 You wouldn't peliefe 
 
 How dey dreet me so pad." 
 
 Mit a tear Breitmann iDend, 
 
 To de peaudifool miss ; 
 " Crate Gott 1 cans't dou suflfer 
 
 Soosh horrors ash dis ?" 
 His arm round de maiden 
 
 Der hero has bound, 
 Und it shtaid dere goot vliile, 
 
 'Fore dey got it unwound. 
 
 " Ho I fetch me de diamonds I 
 
 Ho 1 shell out de rings 1 
 Mit all in de castle 
 
 Of dat sort of dings." 
 'Twas brought to de Captain — 
 
 A donderin load : 
 At de veet of de madchen 
 
 Dat ploonder he trowed. 
 
43 
 
 " Ho I pring oos champagner I 
 
 Und light oop de hall 1 
 Dis night der Herr Breitmann 
 
 Will gife you a ball. 
 Dat pile of dead Tellers, 
 
 Vot died for La France, 
 May see, if dey like, 
 
 How de Shermans can tance." 
 
 Dey find laties' garments, 
 
 Und — troot to confess — 
 Likewise som Frantsoh maidens, 
 
 Who help dem to tress. 
 De rest of de Uhlans, 
 
 Who hadn't soosh loves, 
 ,Fixed oop in black clothes 
 
 Mit white chokers und gloves. 
 
 Now hei I for de flttles ! 
 
 Und hei 1 for clavier I 
 For de tantz of de Uhlans — 
 
 De men of de speer 1 
 How de shendlemen ashk 
 
 If dey'd blease introduce ; 
 How de ladies mit beards 
 
 Were called Espionnes Prusses I 
 
44 
 
 Hei, ho I how dey tanz^t 1 
 
 Hei, ho 1 how dey sang I 
 How mit klingen of glasses 
 
 De braun arches rang I 
 How dey trill from deir hearts, 
 
 Ash dey pour out der wein, 
 De songs of de Oberland, — 
 
 Songs of der Rhein 1 
 
 Und madder und wilder, 
 
 AU whirlin around. 
 Vent Hans mit de maiden 
 
 In Bacchanal bound. 
 She helt to his peard, 
 
 Und dey gissed as if mad ; 
 I tont dink dat efer 
 
 Yas dimes like dey had. 
 
 Boot calm in de hall, 
 
 Ever calm on de floor, 
 Was a row of still guests 
 
 Dat wouldt tantz nefermore. 
 Mit plood shtreams black winding, 
 
 Der lord mit his men, 
 When der Youngest Day cooms 
 
 Hans may meet dem acain. 
 
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 Iloorah for der Uhlan, 
 
 So rash und so wild I 
 Hoorah for der Uhlan, 
 
 Der teufel's own child I — 
 Dis ish "Breitmann's Last Barty," 
 
 Dey'U sing it for years ; 
 De lords of de lanzes, 
 
 De sons of de speers. 
 
 For dey frighten de coontry, 
 
 Dey ploonder de toun ; 
 Und when dey are oop 
 
 De Franzosen go doun ; 
 For pefore de wild Norsemen 
 
 Weak Southrons moost flee : 
 Ab ira Normannorum 
 
 Libera nos Domine! 
 
GLOSSARY. 
 
 Abiordez moi vodre mere, {Oerman-French) — Biing me 
 your mayor. 
 
 Arriere pensee, (Fr.) — A. reserved thought or intention. 
 
 Angen, (Ger.) — Eyes. 
 
 Bauern, (Ger.) — Peasants. 
 
 Bellin, (Ger. Bellen') — To bark. 
 
 Brucke, (Ger.) — Bridge. 
 
 Eeklmrtshauien — A German supernaturalist. 
 
 Engel, (Ger.) — A.ngel. 
 
 Foxen, (Ger. Fuchsen) — Foxes. 
 
 Gar nichts, (Ger.) — Not at all. 
 
 Sab^ und Outer, (Ger.) — Property. 
 
 Heribruder, (Ger.) — Heart's brother. 
 
 Kitirir-kiUng, (Amer. ) — Sailing. 
 
 Lame, (Ger.) — Lance, 
 
 Larmen — The French word larmes, tears, made into a 
 German verb. 
 
 Lebendig, (Ger.) — Living. 
 
 Luftballon, (Ger.) — Air-balloon. 
 
 Mondenlight—'illoon[\g\iL 
 
 Out-ge-poke-te — Out-poked. 
 
 Pickel-haube, (Ger.) — The spiked helmet worn by Prus- 
 sian soldiers. 
 
 Reue, (Ger.) — Repentance. 
 
 Binge, (Ger.) — Rings. 
 
 Schwer, (Ger.) — Heavy, 
 
 Selfe, (Gr. iS«iJe)— Same. 
 
 Stunden, (Ger.) — Leagues. About 4J English miles. 
 
 Tar, (Ger. Jahr) — Year. 
 
 Win, (Ger.)— Owl. 
 
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