text:  The mists they are scatter'd The blue sky looks brightly And Eolus looses The wearisome chain! The winds how they whistle! The steersman is busy-- Hillio-ho hillio-ho! We dash through the billows-- They flash far behind us-- Land land boys again! * * * * * In one of Goethe's little operas which are far less studied than they deserve although replete with grace melody and humour we stumbled upon a ballad which we at once recognised as an old acquaintance