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Breathed thy mercy to implore,
Where these troubled waters roar!

Well judged the Friend who placed it there
For silence and protection,
And haply with a Giner care
Of dutiful affection.

Saviour, in thy image, seen

Bleeding on that precious Rood;
If, wbile through the meadows green

Gently wound the peaceful flood,
We forgot Thee, do not Thou
Disregard thy Suppliants now!

The Sun regards it from the West,
Sinking in summer glory;
And, while he sinks, affords a type
Of that pathetic story.

Hither, like yon ancient Tower

And oft he tempts the patriot Swiss
Watching o'er the River's bed,

Amid the grove to linger;
Fling the shadow of thy power,

Till all is dim, save this bright Stone
Else we sleep among the Dead;

Touched by his golden finger.
Thou who trod'st the billowy Sea,

i Shield us in our jeopardy!

COMPOSED IN ONE OF THE CATHOLIC Guide our Bark among the waves;

Through the rocks our passage smooth;

DOOMED as we are our native dust
Where the whirlpool frets and raves
Let thy love its anger soothe:

To wet with many a bitter shower,
All our hope is placed in Thee;

It ill befits us to disdain
Miserere Domine!

The Altar, lo deride the Fane,
Where patient Sufferers bend, in trust

To win a happier hour.

I love, where spreads the village lawo,
Nor, like his great compeers, indignanty?

Upon some knee-worn Cell to gaze; Doth DANUBE spring to life! The wandering Stream Hail to the firm unmoving Cross, (Who loves the Cross, yet to the Crescent's gleam

Aloft, where pines their branches toss! L'afolds a willing breast) with infant Glee

And to the Chapel far withdrawn,
Slips from his prison walls: and Fancy, free

That lurks by lonely ways!
To follow in his track of silver light,
Reaches, with one brief moment's rapid flight,

Where'er we roam-along the brink
The vast Encincture of that gloomy sea

Of Rhine-or by the sweeping Po, Whose waves the Orphean Jyre forbad to meet

Through Alpine vale, or champain wide, In cootlict; w bose rough winds forgot their jars

Whate'er we look on, at our side To waft the heroic progeny of Greece,

Be Charity,—to bid us think,
When the first Ship sailed for the golden Fleece,

And feel, if we would know.
Ango, cxalted for that daring feat
To bear in heaven a shape distinct with stars.



Tracks let me follow far from human-kind
NEAR THE OUTLET OF THE LAKE OF THUN. Which these illusive greetings may not reach;

posite; then, passing under the pavement, takes the form of a little, ANDENKEN

clear, bricht, black, vigorous rill, barely wide enough to temptibo DEINES FREC'NDES

agility of a child five years old to leap over it, -and entering the ALOYS REDING

Gardeo, it joins, after a course of a few hundred yards, a Stream MDCCCXVIU.

much more considerable ibap itself. The copiousness of the Spring at Doneschingen must have procured for it the honour of being named

the Source of the Danube. Aloys Reding, it will be remembered, was Captain General of the 1- The Staub-bach - is a narrow Stream, which, after a long course Swiss foroos, which, with a courage and perseverance worthy of

on the heights, comes to the sharp edge of a somewhat overhanging ibo cause, opposed the fagitious and to successful attempt of præcipice, overleaps it with a bound, and, after a fall of 930 feet, Bonaparte to subjugate their country.

forms again a rivulet. The vocal powers of these musical Beggars

may seem to be exaggerated; but ibis wild and savage air was utAROUND a wild and woody hill

terly unlike any sounds I had ever beard ; the potes reached me from

a distance, and oo wbat occasion they were song I could not guess, A gravelled pathway treading,

only they seemed to beloog, in some way or other, to the Waterfall; We reached a votive Stone that bears

and reminded me of religious services chaunted to Streams and The name of Aloys Reding.

Fountains in Pagan times. Mr Soutbey has thus accurately charac

terised the peculiarity of this music: • While we wore at the Water. Ser the beautiful Song in Mr Coleridge's Tragedy The Remorse. fall, some half-score peasants, chiefly women and girls, assembled Wbg as the Harp of Quedlock silent

jast out of reach of the Spring, and set up,-surely, the wildest • Belore this quarter of the Black Forest was in babiud, the chorus that ever was beard by human ears,-a song not of articusoerne of ibe Dagalw might have suggested some of those sublime late sounds, but in wbich the voice was used as a mere instrument of images which armstrong bax so binely described ; at prosent, the music, more flexible than any which art could produce, --sweet. contrast is most striking The Spring appears in a capacious stone powerful, and thrilling beyond descriptiou.. See Notes to . A Tale llasia upon the front of a Ducal palace, with a pleasure-ground op- of Paraguay..

With intermiogling motions soft and still, lung round its top, on wings that changed their lues a


Where only Nature tunes her voice to teach
Careless pursuits, and raptures uncoufined.
No Mermaid warbles (to allay the wind
That drives some vessel tow'rd a dangerous beach)
More thrilling melodies! no caverned Witch,
Chanting a love-spell, ever intertwined
Notes shrill and wild with art more musical!
Alas! that from the lips of abject Want
And Idleness in tatters mendicant
The strain should flow-enjoyment to enthral,
And with regret and useless pity haunt
This bold, this pure, this sky-born WATERFALL!

Clouds do not name those Visitants; they were
The very Angels whose authentic lays,
Sung from that heavenly ground in middle air,
Made known the spot where Piety should raise
A holy Structure to the Almighty's praise.
Resplendent Apparition ! if in vain
My ears did listen, i was enough to gaze;
And watch the slow departure of the train,
Whose skirts the glowing Mountain thirsted to detain!


THE FALL OF THE AAR.-HANDEC. From the fierce aspect of this River throwing His giant body o'er the steep rock's brink, Back in astonishment and fear we shrink : But gradually a calmer look bestowing, Flowers we espy beside the torrent growing; Flowers that peep forth from many a cleft and chink, And, from the whirlwind of his anger drink Hues ever fresh, in rocky fortress blowing: They suck, from breath that threatening to destroy Is more benignant than the dewy eve, Beauty, and life, and motions as of joy: Nor doubt but He to whom yon Pine-trees nod Their heads in sign of worship, Nature's God, These humbler adorations will receive.

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«What know we of the blest above
But that they sing and that they love?»
Yet, if they ever did inspire
A mortal hymn, or shaped the choir,
Now, where those harvest Damsels float
Homeward in their rugged Boat,
(While all the ruffling winds are fled,
Each slumbering on some mountain's head),
Now, surely, hath that gracious aid
Been felt, that influence is displayed.
Pupils of Heaven, in order stand
The rustic Maidens,


Upon a Sister's shoulder laid, -
To chant, as glides the boat along,
A simple, but a touching, Song;
To chant, as Angels do above,
The melodies of Peace in Love!

And hence, O Virgin Mother mild!
Though plenteous flowers around thee blow,
Not only from the dreary strife
Of winter, but the storms of life,
Thee have thy Votaries aptly styled

Even for the Man who stops not here, But down the irriguous valley hies, Thy very name, O Lady! Alings, O'er blooming fields and gushing springs, A holy Shadow soft and dear Of chastening sympathies !

ENGELBERG, THE HILL OF ANGELS. For gentlest uses, oft-times Nature takes The work of fancy from her willing hands; And such a beautiful creation makes As renders needless spells and magic wands, And for the boldest tale belief commands. When first mine eyes beheld that famous Hill The sacred ENGELBERG;' celestial Bands,

Nor falls that intermingling shade
To Summer gladsomeness unkind;
It chasteos only to requite
With gleams of fresher, purer, light;
While, o'er the flower-enamelled glade,
More sweetly breathes the wind.

Bat on!-a tempting downward way,
A verdant path before us lies;
Clear shines the glorious sun above;
Then give free course to joy and love,
Deeming the evil of the day
Sufficient for the wise.

· The Convent whose site was pointed out, according to tradition, in this manner, is seated at its base. The Architecture of the Building is unimpressive, but the situation is worthy of the bonour which the imagination of the Mountaineers has conferred upon it.

· Mount Richi.


Which, heard in foreign lands, the Swiss affect

With tenderest passion ; leaving him to pine IN PRESENCE OF THE PAINTED TOWER OF TELL, AT (So fame reports) and die; his sweet-breathed kine ALTORF.

Remembering, and green Alpine pastures decked

With vernal flowers. Yet may we not reject
This Tower is said 10 staod upon the spot where grew the Linden The tale as fabulous. Here while I recline

Tree against which his son was placed, when the Father's arch- Mindful how others love this simple Strain,
ery was put to proof under circamstances so famous in Swiss

Even here, upon this glorious Mountain (named

Of God himself from dread pre-eminence) Weat though the Italian pencil wrought not here,

Aspiring thoughts, by memory reclaimed, Nor such fine skill as did the meed bestow

Yield to the Music's touching influence,
On Marathonian valour, yet the tear

And joys of distant home my heart enchain.
Springs forth in presence of this gaudy show,
While narrow cares their limits overtlow.
Thrice happy, Burghers, Peasants, Warriors old,

Infants in arms, and Ye, that as ye go
Home-ward or School-ward; ape what ye behold;

Heroes before your time, in frolic fancy bold !

This Church was almost destroyed by lightning a few years ago, but But when that calm Spectatress from on high

the Altar and the image of the Patron Saint were untouched.

The Mount, upon the summit of which the Church is built, Looks down-the bright and solitary Moon,

stands amid the intricacies of the Lake of Lugano; and is, from Who never gazes but to beautify;

a hundred points of view, ils principal ornament, rising to the And snow-fed torrents, which the blaze of noon

height of 2000 feet, and, on one side, nearly perpendicular.Roused into fury, murmur a soft tune

The ascent is toilsome ; but the traveller who performs it will That fosters peace, and gentleness recals;

be amply rewarded. Splendid fertility, rich woods and daz

zling waters, seclusion and confinement of view contrasted with Then might the passing Monk receive a boon

sea-like extent of plain fading into the sky; and this again, Of sainty pleasure from these pictured walls,

in an opposite quarter, with an horizon of the loftiest and boldest While, on the warlike groups, the mellowing lustre falls.

Alps-unite in composing a prospect more diversified by magnificence, beauty, and sublimity, than perhaps any other point

in Europe, of so inconsiderable an elevation, commands. How blest the souls who when their trials come Yield not to terror or despondency, But face like that sweet Boy their mortal doom,

Thou sacred Pile! whose turrets rise Whose head the ruddy Apple tops, while he

From yon steep Mountain's loftiest stage, Expectant stands beneath the linden tree,

Guarded by lone San Salvador; Not quaking like the timid forest game;

Sink (if thou must) as beretofore, He smiles—ibe hesitating shaft to free,

To sulphurous bolts a sacrifice, Aksured that Heaven its justice will proclaim,

But ne'er to human rage! Aud to his father give its own unerring aim.

On Horeb's top, on Sinai, deigned

To rest the universal Lord :

Why leap the fountains from their cells
By antique Fancy trimmed-though lowly, bred

Where everlasting Bounty dwells ? To dignity-in thee, O Schwytz! are seen

- That, while the Creature is sustained, The genuine features of the golden mean;

His God may be adored.
Equality by Prudence governed,
Or jealous Nature ruling in her stead;

Cliffs, fountains, rivers, seasons, times,
And, therefore, art thou blest with peace, serene

Let all remind the soul of heaven; As that of the sweet fields and meadows green

Our slack devotion needs them all; In unambitious compass round thce spread,

And Faith, so oft of sease the thrall, Majestic Berne, high on her guardian steep,

While she, by aid of Nature, climbs, Ilolding a central station of command,

May hope to be forgiven. Night well be styled this noble Body's Head; | Thou, lodged 'mid mountainous entrenchments deep,

Glory, and patriotic Love, ! les Ileant; and ever may the heroic Land

And all the Pomps of this frail « spot
Thy name, 0 Scuwytz, in liapry freedom keep!'

Which men call Earth,» have yearned to seek,
Associate with the simply meek,

Religion in the sainted grove,

And in the hallowed grot.
I LISTEN—but no faculty of mine

Thither, in time of adverse shocks,
Avails those modulations to detect,

Of fainting hopes and backward wills,

Did mighty Tell repair of oldNearly 500 years (says Ebel, speaking of the French lovasion) A Hero cast in Nature's mould, bad elapsed, wbro, for the first time, foreign soldiers were seen

Deliverer of the steadfast rocks upon the frontiers of this small Canton, to impose upon it ibe laws of their governor 3.

And of the ancient hills!




Now that the farewell tear is dried,
Heaven prosper thee, be hope thy guide!
Hope be thy guide, adventurous Boy;
The wages of thy travel, joy!
Whether for London bound-to trill
Thy mountain notes with simple skill;
Or on thy head to poise a show
Of images in scemly row;
The graceful form of milk-white steed,
Or Bird that soared with Ganymede;
Or through our hamlets thou wilt bear
The sightless Milton, with his hair
Around his placid temples curled;
And Shakspeare at his side-a freight,
If clay could think and mind were weighi,
For him who bore the world!
Hope be thy guide, adventurous Boy;
The wages of ily travel, joy!

But thou, perhaps, (alert and free
Though serving sage philosophy)
Wilt ramble over bill and dale,
A Vender of the well-wrought Scale
Whose sentient tube instructs to time
A purpose to a fickle clime;
Whether thou chuse this useful part,
Or minister to finer art,
Though robbed of many a cherished dream,
And crossed by many a shattered scheme,
What stirring wonders wilt thou see
Jo the proud Isle of liberty!
Yet will the Wanderer sometimes pine
With thoughts which no delights can chase,
Recal a Sister's last embrace,
His Mother's neck entwine;
Nor shall forget the Maiden coy
That would have loved the bright-haired Boy!

My Song, encouraged by the grace
That beams from bis ingenuous face,
For this Adventurer scruples not
To prophesy a golden lot;
Due recompense, and safe return
To Como's steeps-his happy bourne!
Where he, aloft in garden glade,
Shall tend, with his own dark-eyed Maid,
The towering maize, and prop the iwia
That ill supports the luscious fig;
Or feed his eye in paths sun-proof
With purple of the trellis-roof,
That through the jealous leaves escapes
From Cadenabbia's pendant grapes.
-Oh might be tempt that Goatberd-child
To share his wanderings! him whose look
Even yet my heart can scarcely brook,
So touchingly he smiled,
As with a rapture caught from heaven,
For unasked alms in pity given.

He, too, of battle-martyrs chief!
Who, to recal his daunted peers,
For victory shaped an open space,
By gathering with a wide embrace,
Into his single heart, a sheaf
Of fatal Austrian spears. I


The Ruins of Fort Fuentes form the crest of a rocky eminence that

rises from the plain at the bead of the Lake of Como, commanding views up the Valteline, and toward the town of Chiavenna. The prospect in the latter direction is characterised by melancholy sublimity. We rejoiced at being favoured with a distinct view of those Alpine heights; pot, as we had expected from the breaking up of the storm, steeped in celestial glory, yet in communion with clouds floating or stationary – scatterings from heaven. The Ruin is interesting both in mass and in detail. An Inscription, upon claborately-sculptured marble lying on the ground, records that the Fort had been erected by Count Fuentes in the year 1600, during the reiga of Philip the Third ; and the Chapel, about twenty years after, by one of his descendanis. Marblo pillars of gateways are yet standing, and a considerable part of the Chapel walls: a smooth green turf has taken place of the pavement, and we could see no trace of altar or image ; but every where something to remind one of former splendour, and of devastation and tumult. In our ascent we had passed abundance of wild vines intermingled with bushes : wear the ruins were some, ill tended, but growing willingly; and rock, turf, and fragments of the pile, are alike covered or adorned with a variety of flowers, among which the rose-coloured pink was growing in great beauty. While descending, we discovered on the ground, apart from the path, and at a considerable distance from the ruined Chapel, a statue of a Child in pure white marble, uninjured by the explosion that had driven it so far down the hill. How little,' we exclaimed, are these things valued here! Could we but transport this pretty Image to our own garden!' -Yet it seemed it would have been a pity any one should remove it from its couch in the wilderness, which may be its own for hundreds of years.-- Extract from Journal.

Dread hour! when upheaved by war's sulphurous blast,

This sweet-visaged Cherub of Parian stone So far from the holy enclosure was cast,

To couch in this thicket of brambles alone;

To rest where the lizard may bask in the palm

Of his half-open hand pure from blemish or speck; And the green, gilded snake, without troubling the calm

Of the beautiful countenance, iwine round his neck.

Where haply (kind service to Piety due!)

When winter the grove of its mantle bereaves, Some Bird (like our own honoured Redbreast) may strew

The desolate Slumberer with moss and with leaves.

FUENTES once harboured the Good and the Brave,

Nor to her was the dance of soft pleasure unknown; Her banners for festal enjoyment did wave While the thrill of her fifes through the mountains

was blown:

Now gads the wild vine o'er the pathless Ascent

O silence of Nature, how deep is thy sway
When the whirlwind of human destruction is spent,

Our tumults appeased, and our strifes passed away!

Arnold Winkelreid, at the battle of Sempach, broke an Austrian phalani in this manner. The event is one of the most famous in the annals of Swiss heroism; and pictures and prints of it are froquent throughout the country.

Of what it utters,' while the unguilty seek

Unquestionable meanings, still bespeak
With nodding plumes, and lightly drest

A labour worthy of eternal youth!
Like Foresters in Icaf-green vest,
The Helvetian Mountaineers, on ground
For Tell's dread archery renowned,

THE ECLIPSE OF THE SUN, 1820. Before the target stood - to claim

Higa on her speculative Tower The guerdon of the steadiest aim.

Stood Science waiting for the Hour Loud was the rifle-gun's report,

When Sol was destined to endure A startling thunder quick and short!

That darkening of his radiant face
But, flying through the heights around,

Which Superstition strove to chase,
Echo prolonged a tell-tale sound
Of hearts and hands alike « prepared

Erewhile, with rites impure.
The treasures they enjoy to guard !»

Afloat beneath Italian skies, Aod, if there be a favoured hour

Through regions fair as Paradise When Heroes are allowed to quit

We gaily passed, -till Nature wrouglas The Tomb, and on the clouds to sit

A silent and unlooked-for change, With tutelary power,

That checked the desultory range On thrir Descendants shedding grace,

Of joy and sprightly thouglat. This was the hour, and that the place.

Where'er was dipped the toiling oar, But Truth inspired the Bards of old

The waves danced round us as before, When of an iron age they told,

As lightly, though of altered hue ; Which to unequal laws gave birth,

Mid recent coolness, such as falls
That drove Astrra from the earth.

At noon-lide from umbrageous walls
-A gentle Boy (perchance with blood
As noble as the best endued,

That screen the morning dew.
But seemingly a Tbing despised,

No vapour stretched its wings; no cloud Even by the sun and air unprized;

Cast far or near a murky shroud; For got a tinge or flowery streak

The sky an azure field displayed; Appeared upon his lender cheek)

'T was sunlight sheathed and gently charmed, Heart-deaf to those rebounding notes

Of all its sparkling rays disarmed,
Of pleasure, by his silent Goats,

And as in slumber laid:--
Satc far apart in forest shed,
Pale, ragged, bare his feet and head,
Mule as the snow upon the bill,

Or something night and day between,

Like moonshine-but the hue was green; And, as the Saiot he prays to, still.

Still moonshine, without shadow, spread Ah, what avails heroic deed ? What liberty?

On jutting rock, and curved shore, ! if no defence

Where gazed the Peasant from his door, Be won for feeble Inoocence

And on the mountain's head.
Father of All! though wilful Manhood read
Bis punishment in soul-distress,

It tinged the Julian steeps--it lay,
Grant to the morn of life its natural blessedness!

Lugano! on thy ample bay;
The solemnizing veil was drawn

O'er Villas, Terraces, and Towers,

To Albogasio's olive bowers,

Porlezza's verdant lawn.

But Fancy, with the speed of fire, Trouge searching damps and many an envious flaw Hath Ned to Milan's loftiest spire, llave marred this work,' the calm ethereal Grace,

And there alights 'mid that aerial host The love deep-seated in the Saviour's face,

Of figures human and divine, a The mercy, gooduess, have not failed to awe

Whise as the snows of Apennine The Elements; as they do melt and thaw

Indurated by frost. The heart of the Beholder-apd erase

The hand (Al least for one rape moment) every trace

Sang with the voice, and this the argument.—MILTON. Of disobedicace to the primal law. The annunciation of the dreadful truth

* The Statues ranged round the Spire and along the roof of the

Cathedral of Milan, bare been found fault with by Persons w bose exMade to the Twelve, survives: lip, forehead, cheek,

clusive taste is unfortunate for themselves. It is true that ibe same ex! And hand reposing on the board in ruth

pense and labour, jadiciously directed to purposes more strictly archi1

lectural, micbt bare much heightened the general effect of the build• This pinture of the Last Supper bas pot only been grievously ing; for, seen from the ground, the Statues appear diminutive. But Injured by time, but parts are said to have been painted over again the coup d'ail, from the best point of view, which is half way up the These nioeties may be left to connoineurs.-I speak of it as I felt. Spiro, must strike an unprejudiced Person with admiration ; and Tbe copy esbibited in London some years ago, ond 1bo engraving hy surely the selection and arrangement of the Figures is exquisitely Norgben, are both admirable; but in the original is a power which fitted to support the religion of the Country in the imaginations and beither of those works has atualned, or even approached.

feelings of the Spectator. It was with great pleasure that I saw,


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