There is heard the pompous challenge, the intoxication of future victories. But suddenly mingling with the masterly variations on the national hymn, somewhere from some corner quite close, on one side come the vulgar strains of “ Mein lieber Augustin .” The “ Marseillaise ” goes on unconscious of them. The “ Marseillaise ” is at the climax of its intoxication with its own grandeur; but Augustin gains strength; Augustin grows more and more insolent, and suddenly the melody of Augustin begins to blend with the melody of the “ Marseillaise .” The latter begins, as it were, to get angry; becoming aware of Augustin at last she tries to fling him off, to brush him aside like a tiresome insignificant fly. But “ Mein lieber Augustin ” holds his ground firmly, he is cheerful and self-confident, he is gleeful and impudent, and the “ Marseillaise