Every nation has its own simple airs, and fellow-countrymen recognize each other by the impression these make.

When those emigrants of whom we spoke just now have lost all love for their fatherland--nay, have forgotten their mother tongue, their home melodies still survive, and many a foolish fellow, who piques himself on being a naturalized Yankee, suddenly feels himself German at heart on chancing to hear a couple of bars familiar to him in youth." "You are right," said the merchant.

"He who leaves his home is seldom aware of all that he relinquishes, and only finds it out when home recollections become the charm of his later years.

Such recollections often form a sanctuary, mocked and dishonored indeed, but always revisited in his best hours." "I confess, with a certain degree of shame," said Fink, "that I am little conscious of this charm.

The fact is, I do not exactly know where my home is.