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How blest the Maid whose heart-yet free
From Love's uneasy sovereignty,
Beats with a fancy running high
Her simple cares to magnify;
Whom Labour, never urged to toil,
Hatha cherished on a healthful soil;
Who knows not pomp, who heeds not pelf;
Whose heaviest sin it is to look
Askance upon her pretty Self
Retlected in some crystal brook;
Whom grief hath spared—who sheds no tear
But in sweet pity; and can hear
Another's praise from envy clear.

« Sweet Highland Girl! a very shower.
Of beauty was thy earthly dower,»
When Thou didst pass before

my eyes,
Gay Vision under sullen skies,
While Hope and Love around thee played,
Near the rough Falls of Javersneyde!
Time cannot thin thy flowing hair,
Nor take one ray of light from Thee;
For in my Fancy thou dost share
The gift of Immortality;
And there shall bloom, with Thee allied,
The Votaress by Lugano's side;
And that intrepid Nymph, on Uri's steep, descried'


INTENDED BY BONAPARTE FOR A TRIUMPHAL EDIFICI during the two ascents which we made, several Children, of differ ent ages, tripping up and down the slender spire, and pausing to IN MILAN, NOW LYING BY THE WAY-SIDE IN THE look around them, with feelings much more animated iban could

SIMPLON PASS. have been derived from these, or the finest works of art, if placed within easy reach. - Remember also that you have the Alps on one

Ambition, following down this far-famed slope side, and on the other the Apennines, with the Plain of Lombardy ller Pioneer, the snow-dissolving Sun, between! Above the highest circle of figures is a zone of metallie stars.

See Address to a Highland Girl, p. 127,

While clarions prate of Kingdoms to be won,

Of aëry voices locked in unison,Perchance, in future ages, here may stop;

Faint-far-off-near-deep-solemn and sublime! Taught to mistrust her flattering horoscope

So, from the body of one guilty deed, By admonition from this prostrate Stone;

A thousand ghostly fears, and haunting thoughts, Memento uninscribed of Pride o'erthrown,

Vanity's hieroglyphic; a choice trope
In fortune's rhetoric. Daughter of the Rock,
Rest where thy course was stayed by Power divine!

The Soul transported sees, from hint of thine,

SUGGESTED ON A SABBATH MORNING IN THE VALE OF Crimes which the great Avenger's hand provoke,

Hears combats whistling o'er the ensanguined hcath:
What groans! what shrieks! what quietness in death! To appease the Gods; or public thanks to yield;

Or to solicit knowledge of events,

Which in her breast futurity concealed;

And that the past might have its true intents

Feelingly told by living monuments;

Mankind of yore were prompted to devise
VALLOMBROSA! I looged in thy shadiest wood

Rites such as yet Persepolis presents To slumber, reclined on the moss-covered floor,

Graven on her cankered walls,-solemnities
To listen to Anto's precipitous flood,

That moved in long array before admiring eyes.
When the stillness of evening hath deepened its roar;
To rance through the Temples of Pestum, lo muse

The Hebrews thus, carrying in joyful state
In Pompeu, preserved by her burial in earth;

Thick boughs of palm, and willows from the brook,

Marched round the Altar- to commemorate On pictures to gaze, wbere they drank in their hues; Aud murmur sweet Songs on the ground of their birth! How, when their course they through the desert took,

Guided by signs which ne'er the sky forsook, The beauty of Florence, the grandeur of Rome, They lodged in leafy tents and cabins low; Could I leave them unseen, and not yield to regret?

Green boughs were borne, while for the blast that shook With a hope (and no more) for a season to come,

Down to the earth the walls of Jericho, Which ne'er may discharge the magnificent debt?

These shout hosannas,--these the startling trumpets blow! Thou fortunate Region! whose Greatness inurned, Awoke to new life from its ashes and dust;

And thus, in order, 'mid the sacred Grove Twice-glorified tields! if in sadness I turned

Fed in the Libyan Waste by gushing wells,

The Priests and Damsels of Ammonian Jove From your infinite marvels, the sadness was just.

Provoked responses with shrill canticles; Now, risen ere the light-footed Chamois retires

While, in a Ship begirt with silver bells, From dew-sprinkled grass to heights guarded with snow, They round his Altar bore the horned God, Tow'rd the mists that hang over the land of my Sires,

Old Cham, the solar Deity, who dwells From the climate of myrtles contented I go.

Aloft, yet in a tilting Vessel rode, My thoughts become bright like yon edging of Pines,

When universal sea the mountains overflowed. į low black was its bue in the region of air! Bat, touched from behind by the Sun, it now shines

Why speak of Roman Pomps? the baughty claims

Of Chiefs triumphant after ruthless wars; With threads that seem part of his own silver hair.

The feast of Neptune-and the Cereal Games, Though the burthen of toil with dear friends we divide, With images, and crowns, and empty cars ; Though by the same zephyr our temples are fanned

The dancing Salii— on the shields of Mars As we rest in the cool orange-bower side by side,

Smiling with fury; and the deeper dread A yearning survives which few hearts shall withstand:

Scattered on all sides by the hideous jars Each step hath its value while homeward we move;

Of Corybantian cymbals, while the head
O joy when the girdle of England appears!

Of Cybele was seen, sublimely turreted!
What moment in life is so conscious of love,
So rich in the tenderest sweetness of tears?

At length a Spirit more subdued and soft
Appeared, to govern Christian pageantries:
The Cross, in calm procession, borne aloft

Moved to the chant of sober litanies.

Even such, this day, came wafted on the breeze
WBAT Beast of Chase hath broken from the cover ? From a long train-in hooded vestments fair
Stern Gemma listens to as full a cry,

Enwrapt—and winding, between Alpine trees As multitudinous a harmony,

Spiry and dark, around their House of Prayer As e'er did ring the heights of Latmos over,

Below the icy bed of bright ARGENTIÈRE.
Whea, from the soft couch of her sleeping Lover,

Still, in the vivid freshness of a dream,
Upstarting, Cyothia skimmed the mountain-dew
To keen pursuit-and gave, where'er she flew,

The pageant haunts me as it met our eyes!
Impetuous motion to the Stars above her.

Still, with those white-robed Shapes—a living Stream, A solitary Wolf-dog, ranging on

The glacier Pillars join in solemn guise Through the bleak concave, wakes this wondrous chime " This Procession is a part of the sacramental service performed

From the dread summit of the Queen'
Of Mountains, through a deep ravine,
Where, in her holy Chapel, dwells
« Our Lady of the Snow.»
The sky was blue, the air was mild;
Free were the streams and green the bowers;
As if, to rough assaults unknown,
The genial spot had ever shown
A countenance that sweetly smiled,
The face of summer-hours,

And we were gay, our hearts at ease;
With pleasure dancing through the frame
We journeyed; all we knew of care-
Our path that straggled here and there,
Of trouble, but the fluttering breeze,
Of Winter-but a name.
-If foresight could have rent the veil
Of three short days—but hush-no more!
Calm is the grave, and calmer none
Than that to which thy cares are gone,
Thou Victim of the stormy gale,
Asleep on Zuricu's shore !

Oh GODDARD! what art thou !-a name-
A sunbeam followed by a shade!
Nor more, for aught that time supplies,
The great, the experienced, and the wise;
Too much from this frail earth we claim,
And therefore are betrayed.
We met, while festive mirth ran wild,
Where, from a deep Lake's mighty urn,
Forth slips, like an enfranchised Slave,
A sea-green River, proud to lave,
With current swift and undefiled,
The towers of old LUCERNE.

We parted upon solemn ground
Far-lified tow'rds the unfading sky;
But all our thoughts were then of Earth
That gives to common pleasures birth;
And nothing in our hearts we found
That prompted even a sigh.
Fetch, sympathising Powers of air,
Fetch, ye that post o'er seas and lands,
Herbs moistened by Virginian dew,
A most untimely sod to strew,
That lacks the ornamental care
Of kindred human hands!

For the same service, by mysterious ties;
Numbers exceeding credible account
Of number, pure and silent Votaries
Issuing or issued from a wintry fount;
The impenetrable heart of that exalted Mount!
They, too, who send so far a holy gleam
While they the Church engird with motion slow,
A product of that awful Mountain seem,
Poured from his vaults of everlasting snow;
Not virgin-lilies marshalled in bright row,
Not swans descending with the stealthy tide,
A livelier sisterly resemblance show
Than the fair Forms, that in long order glide,
Bear to the glacier band--those Shapes aloft descried !
Trembling, I look upon the secret springs
Of that licentious craving in the mind
To act the God among external things,
To bind, on apt suggestion, or unbind;
And marvel not that antique Faith inclined
To crowd the world with metamorphosis,
Vouchsafed in pity or in wrath assigned:
Such insolent temptations wouldst thou miss,
Avoid these sights; nor brood o'er Fable's dark abyss !


The lamented Youth whose untimely death cave occasion 10 these

elegiac verses, was Frederick William Goddard, from Boston in North America. He was in bis twentieth year, and had resided for some time with a clergyman in the neighbourhood of Geneva for the completion of his education. Accompanied by a fellowpupil, a patise of Scotland, he had just set out on a Swiss tour wben it was his misfortune to fall in with a friend of mine who was hastening to join our party. The travellers, after spending a day together on the road from Berne and at Soleure, took leavu of each other at night, the young men having intended to proceed directly to Zurich. But early in the morning my friend found bis new acquaintances, who were informed of the object of his journey, and the friends he was in pursuit of, equipped to accompany him. We met at Lucerne tbe succeeding evening, and Mr. G. and his fellow-student became in consequence our travelling companions for a couple of days. We ascended the Righi togetber; and, after contemplating the sunrise from that noble mountain, we separated at an bour and on a spot well suited to the parting of those who were to meet no more. Our party descended through the valley of our Lady of the Snow, and our late companions, to Art. We bad boped to meet in a few weeks al Geneva ; but on the third succeeding day (on the 21st of August) Mr Goddard perisbed, being overset in a boat while crossing the lake of Zurich. His companion saved himself by swimming, and was hospitably received in the mansion of a Swiss gentleman (Mr Keller) situated on the eastern coast of the lake. The corpse of poor G, was cast ashore on the estate of the same gentleman, who generously performed all the rites of hospitality which could be rendered to the dead as well as to the living. He caused a handsome mural monument to be erected in the church of Kospacht, which records the premature fate of the young American, and on the shores too of the lake the traveller may read an inscription pointing out the spot where the body was deposited by the waves.

Lulled by the sound of pastoral bells,

Rude Nature's Pilgrims did we go, once a month. In the Valley of Engelberg we had the good fortune to be present at the Grand Festival of the Virgin-but the Procession on that day, though consisting of upwards of 1000 Persons, assembled from all the branches of the sequestered Valley, was much less striking (potwithstanding the sublimity of the surrounding scenery): it wanted both the simplicity of the otber and the accompaniment of the Glacier-columns, whose sisterly resemblance to the moving Figures gave it a most beautiful and solemn peculiarity.

Beloved by every gentle Muse
He left his Trans-atlantic home:
Europe, a realized romance,
Had opened on his eager glance;
What present bliss ! --wbat golden views!
What stores for years to come!
Though lodged within po vigorous frame,
His soul her daily tasks renewed,
Blithe as the lark on sun-gilt wings
High poised-or as the wren that sings
In shady places, to proclaim
Her modest gratitude.

Mount Righi-Regina Montium.

Not vain is sadly-uttered praise;
The words of truth's memorial vow
Are sweet as morning fragrance shed
From tlowers 'mid Goldau's' ruins bred;
As evening's fondly-lingering rays,
Oa Rigui's silent brow.

Of checked ambition, tyranny controlled,
And folly cursed with endless memory:
These local recollections ne'er can cloy;
Such ground I from my very heart enjoy!


Lamented Youth! to thy cold clay
Fit obsequies the Stranger paid ;
And piety shall guard that stone
Which bath not left the spot unknown
Where the wild waves resigned their prey,
And that which marks thy bed.

And, when thy Mother weeps for Thee,
Lost Youth! a solitary Mother;
This tribute from a casual Friend
A not unwelcome aid may lead,
To feed the tender luxury,
The rising pang to smother.

Where be the noisy followers of the game
Which Faction breeds ? the turmoil where? that past
Through Europe, echoing froin the Newsman's blast,
And filled our hearts with grief for England's shame.
Peace greets us;-rambling on without an aim
We mark majestic herds of Catile free
To ruminate'-couched on the grassy lea,
And hear far-off the mellow hora proclaim
The Season's harmless pastime. Ruder sound
Stirs not; enrapi i gaze with strange delight,
While consciousnesses, not to be disowned,
Here only serve a feeling to invite
That lifts the Spirit to a calmer height,
And makes the rural stillness more profound.






| Lo! in the burning West, the craggy nape

0% a proud Ararat! and, thereupon,
The Ark, ber melancholy voyage

Yon rampant Cloud mimics a Lion's shape;
There-combats a huge Crocodile-agape
A golden spear to swallow! and that brown
And massy Grove, so near yon blazing Town,
Surs—and recedes-destruction to escape!
Yet all is harmless as the Elysiau shades
Where Spirits dwell in undisturbed repose,
Silently disappears, or quickly fades ;-

Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows
| That for oblivion take their daily birth,
| From all the fuming vanities of Earth!

Is then the final page before me spread,
Nor further outlet left to mind or heart?
Presumptuous Book! too forward to be read-
How can I give thee licence to depart?
One tribute more ;-unbidden feelings start
Forth from their coverts--slighted objects rise-
My Spirit is the scene of such wild art
As on Parnassus rules, when lightning flies,
Visibly leading on the thunder's harmonies.

All that I saw returns upon my view,
ON BEING STRANDED NEAR THE HARBOUR All that I heard comes back upon my ear,

All that I felt this momeut doth renew;
WHY cast
back upon the Gallic shore,

And where the foot with no unmanly fear Ye furious waves! a patriotic Son

Recoiled—and wings alone could travel-there Of Eogland—who in hope her coast had won,

I move at ease, and meet contending themes llis project crowned, his pleasant travel o'er?

That press upon me, crossing the career Well, let him pace this noted beach once more,

Of recollections vivid as the dreams That gave the Roman his triumphal shells;

Of midnight, - cities — plains – forests — and mighty That saw the Corsican his cap and bells

streams. Haughlily shake, a dreaming Conqueror ! Enough; my country's Cliffs I can behold,

Where mortal never breathed I dare to sit Aud proudly think, beside the murmuring sea, Among the interior Alps, vigantic crew,

Who triumphed o'er diluvian power!—and yet Opr of the villages desolated by the fall of part of the Moun- What are they but a wreck and residue, tain Rossberg

Whose only business is to perish ?-true * Near the Town of Boulogne, and overhanging ibe Beach, are

To which sad course, these wrinkled Sons of Time be remains of a Tower which bears the name of Caligula, who bere ! terminated bis western Expedition, of which these sea-shells were

Labour their proper greatness to subdue; ibe bomsud spoils. And at do great distanco from tbexe Rains. Speaking of death alone, beneath a clime Bonaparte, standing upon a mound of earth, barangued his Ar

Where life and rapture flow in plenitude sublime. my of England.. reminding them of the exploits of Corsar, and potating towards the wbite lille upon which their standards were fipal. We recommended also a subscription to be raised among "This is a most grateful sight for an Englishman, returning to the Soldiery to erect on that Ground, in memory of ibe Foundation bis native land. Every where one misses, in the cultivated grounds of the Legion of llopoor, a Columa - whitby was not completed at abroad, tbe animating and soothing accompaniment of animals rang

ing and selecting their own food at will.

the life we were there.

Fancy hath flung for me an airy bridge
Across thy long deep Valley, furious Rhone!
Arch that here rests upon the granite ridge
Of Monte Rosa- there on frailer stone
Of secondary birth-the Jung-frau's cone;
And, from that arch, down-looking on the Vale
The aspect I behold of every zone;
A sea of foliage tossing with the gale,
Blithe Autumn's purple crown, and Winter's icy mail!

Our pride misleads, our timid likings kill.
-Long may these homely Works devised of old,
These simple Efforts of Helvetian skill,
Aid, with congenial influence, to uphold
The State,-the Country's destiny to mould;
Turning, for them who pass, the common dust
Of servile opportunity to gold;
Filling the soul will sentiments august
The beautiful, the brave, the holy, and the just!

Far as St Maurice, from yon eastern Forks,'

No more;-time halts not in his noiseless marchDown the main avenue my sight can range:

Nor turns, nor winds, as doth the liquid tlood;
And all its branchy vales, and all that lurks

Life slips from underneath us, like that arch
Within them, church, and town, and hut, and grange, Of airy workmanship whereon we stood,
For my enjoyment meet in vision strange;

Earth stretched below, Heaven in our neighbourhood.
Snows-torrents;- 10 the region's utmost bound, Go forth, my little look! pursue thy way;
Life, Death, in amicable interchange-

Go forth, and please the gentle and the good; But list! the avalanche-the hushi profound

Nor be a whisper stifled, if it say
That follows, yet more awful than that awful sound! That treasures, yet untouched, may grace some future

Is not the Chamois suited to his place?
The Eagle worthy of her ancestry?
- Let Empires fall; but ne'er shall Ye disgrace

Your noble birthright, Ye that occupy
Your Council-seats beneath the open sky,

Keep for the Young the impassioned smile
On Sarpen's Mount, there judge of fit and right, Shed from thy countenance, as I see thee stand
In simple democratic majesty;

High on a chalky cliff of Britain's Isle,
Soft breezes fanning your rough brows-the might A slender Volume grasping in thy hand-
And purity of nature spread before

your sight!

(Perchance the pages that relate

The various turns of Crusoc's fate)
From this appropriate Court, renowned LUCERNE Ah, spare the exulting smile,
Calls me to pace lier honoured Bridges that cheers And drop thy pointing finger bright
The Patriot's heart with Pictures rude and stern,

As the first flash of beacon-light;
An uncouth Chronicle of glorious years.

But neither veil thy head in shadows dim,
Like portraiture, from loftier source, endears

Nor turn thy face away
That work of kindred frame, which spans the Lake From One who, in the evening of liis day,
Just at the point of issue, where it fears

To thee would offer no presumptuous hymn'
The form and motion of a Stream to take;
Where it begins to stir, yet voiceless as a Snake. Cold Spirit! who art free to rove

Among the starry courts of Jove,
Volumes of sound, from the Cathedral rolled,

And oft in splendour dost appear This long-roofed Vista penetrate-but sec,

Embodied to poetic eyes, One after one, its Tablets, that unfold

While traversing this nether sphere, The whole design of Scripture bistory;

Where Mortals call thee ENTERPRISE. From the first tasting of the fatal Tree,

Daughter of llope! ber favourite Child, Till the bright Star appeared in eastern skies,

Whom she to young Ambition bore, Announcing, One was boro Mankind to free;

When Hunter's arrow first defiled llis acts, his wrongs, his tinal sacrifice;

The Grove, and stained the turf with gore; Lessons for every heart, a Bible for all eyes.

Thee winged Fancy took, and pursed

On broad Euphrates' palmy shore, Les Fourches, the point at which the two chains of mountains Or where the mightier Waters burst part, that enclose the Valais, which terminotes at St MAURICE.

From caves of Indian mountains hoar! a Sarnen, one of the two Capitals of the Canton of Underwaldon ; the spot here alluded to is close to the town, and is called the Lan- | She wrapped thee in a panther's skin; denberis

, from the Tyrant of that name, whose chateau formerly And thou, whose earliest thoughts held dear stood there. On the 1st of January, 1308, the great day which the Allurements that were edged with fear, con foderated Ileroes bad choson for the deliverance of their Coun

(The food that pleased thee best, to win) try, all the Castles of the Governors were taken by force or stratacom; and the Tyrants themselves conducted, with their creatures,

From rocky fortress in mid air to the frontiers, after having witnessed the destruction of their The flame-eyed Eagle oft wouldst scare Strong-holds. From that time the Landenberg has been the place with infant shout, -as often sweep, where the Legislators of this division of the Canton assemble. The Paired with the Ostrich, o'er the plain; site, which is well described by Ebel, is one of the most beautiful in Switzerland, • The Bridges of Lucerne are roofed, and open at the sides, so

those from the New as he returns. The pictures on tbese Brid, that tbe Passenger bas, at the sanie time, the benefit of shade, and as well as those in most other parts of Switzerland, are not to be a view of the magnificent Country. The Pictures are attached to spokon of us works of art; but they are instruments admirably as the rafters : those from Scripturo flistory on the Cathedral-bridge,swering the purpose for which they were designedl. amount, according to my notes, to 240. Subjects from the Old Tes " This poem baving risco out of iboltalian Itinerant, etc. (p45 tament face the Passenger as he goes towards the Cathedral, and 164) it is here annexod.

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