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Breathed thy mercy to implore,
Well judged the Friend who placed it there
Saviour, in thy image, seen
Bleeding on that precious Rood;
Gently wound the peaceful flood,
The Sun regards it from the West,
Hither, like yon ancient Tower
And oft he tempts the patriot Swiss
Amid the grove to linger;
Till all is dim, save this bright Stone
Touched by his golden finger.
i Shield us in our jeopardy!
COMPOSED IN ONE OF THE CATHOLIC Guide our Bark among the waves;
CANTONS OF SWITZERLAND.
DOOMED as we are our native dust
To wet with many a bitter shower,
It ill befits us to disdain
The Altar, lo deride the Fane,
To win a happier hour.
I love, where spreads the village lawo,
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And to the Chapel far withdrawn,
That lurks by lonely ways!
Where'er we roam-along the brink
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,
And feel, if we would know.
ON APPROACHING THE STAUB-BACH,
Tracks let me follow far from human-kind
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
Clouds do not name those Visitants; they were
OUR LADY OF THE SNOW.
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.
SCENE ON THE LAKE OF BRIENTZ,
And hence, O Virgin Mother mild!
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
Bat on!-a tempting downward way,
· 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
Tree against which his son was placed, when the Father's arch- Mindful how others love this simple Strain,
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,
And joys of distant home my heart enchain.
THE CHURCH OF SAN SALVADOR,
SEEN FROM THE LAKE OF LUGANO.
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
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.
Cliffs, fountains, rivers, seasons, times,
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
Which men call Earth,» have yearned to seek,
Religion in the sainted grove,
And in the hallowed grot.
Thither, in time of adverse shocks,
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!
THE ITALIAN ITINERANT, AND THE SWISS
Now that the farewell tear is dried,
But thou, perhaps, (alert and free
My Song, encouraged by the grace
He, too, of battle-martyrs chief!
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
Now gads the wild vine o'er the pathless Ascent
O silence of Nature, how deep is thy sway
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
A labour worthy of eternal youth!
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
Which Superstition strove to chase,
Erewhile, with rites impure.
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
At noon-lide from umbrageous walls
That screen the morning dew.
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,
And as in slumber laid:--
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.
It tinged the Julian steeps--it lay,
Lugano! on thy ample bay;
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,