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XXX. And wild and high the “Cameron's gathering" rose ! There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, The war-pote of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills

And mine were nothing, had I such to give; Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes : But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills,

Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills And saw around me the wide field revive Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers

With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring With the fierce native daring which instils

Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, The stirring memory of a thousand years, [ears! With all her reckless birds upon the wing, And Evan's, Donald'sá fame rings in each clansman's I turn’d from all she brought to those she could not


And Ardennose waves above them her green leaves,
Dewy with nature's teur-drops, as they pass,

I turn'd to thee, to thousands, of whom each
Greving, if aught inanimato e'er grieves,

And one as all a ghastly gap did make Over the unreturning brave,-alas!

In his own kind and kindred, whom to teach Ere evening to be trodden like the grass

Forgetfulness were mercy for their sake ; Which now beneath them, but abovo shall grow

The Archangel's trump, not Glory's, must awake In its next verdure, when this fiory mass

Those whom they thirst for ; though the sound of

Fame Of living valor, rolling on the foc,

[low. And buruing with high hope, shall moulder cold and

May for a moment sooth, it cannot slake

The fever of vain longing, and the name

So honor'd but assumes a stronger, bitterer claim. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life,

XXXII. Last ove in Beauty's circle proudly gay,

They mourn, but smile at length; and, smiling, The inidvight brought the signal-sound of strife, The moru the marshalling in arms,—the day

The tree will wither long before it fall ; Bartle's magnificently-steru array!

The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn; The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent

The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall The earth is cover'd thick with other clay,

In massy hoariness; the ruin'd wall Which her own clay shall cover, heap'd and pent, Stands when its wind-worn battlements are gone ; Rider and horse,-friend, foe,-in one rod burial The bars survive the captive they inthral ; [sun; blent !

The day drags through though storms keep out the

And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on :
Their praise is hymn'd by loftier harps than mine;

Yet one I would select from that proud throng Even as a broken mirror, which the glass
Partly because they bleud me with his line,

In every fraginent multiplies; and makes
And partly that I did his sire soine wrong,"

thousand images of one that was, And partly that bright names will hallow song; The same, and still the more, the more it breaks; And his was of the bravest, and when shower'd And thus the heart will do which not forsakes, The death-bolts deadliest the thinn'd files along, Living in shatter'd guise, and still, and cold,

Even where the thickest of war's tempest lower'd, And bloodless, with its sleepless sorrow aches, They reach'd no nobler breast than thine, young, Showing no visible sign, for such things are untold."

Yet withers on till all without is old, gallant Howard !


I Sit Eran Cameron, and his descendant Donald, the these he died and was buried. The body has since been regube Lochiel" vi ihe forty-five."

moved to England. A small hollow for the present marks * The wood of Soignies is supposed to be a remnant of

where it lay, but will probably soon be effaced ; the plough

has been upon it, and the grain is. e forest of Anlernes, famous in Boiardo's Orlando, and

After pointing out the Dimral mo Shakspeare's ** As you like it.” It is also cele.

different spots where Picton and other gallant men had per

ished, the guide said, “ Here Major Howard lay: I was near An Tacitus, is being the spot of successful defence

him when wounded.” I told him my relationship, and he File fermans against the Roinan encroachments. I have

seemed then still more anxious to point out the particular Preito aopt the name connected with nobler associaLDS !hs, those of mere slaughter.

spot and circumstances. The place is one of the most

marked in the field, from the peculiarity of the two trees Scule Harold, though he shuns to celebrate the victory above mentioned. I went on horseback twice overthe field,

Wuerlou, res us here a inost beautiful description of comparing it with my recollection of similar scenes. As a Senang wlach preceded the battle of Quatre Bras, the plain, Waterloo seems marked out for the scene of some *nen called out the troops, and the hurry and con great action, though this inay be mere imagination: I have tenih preceded their march. I am not sure that any viewed with attention those of Platea, Troy: Mantinea, imm* oorlingunge surpass, in vigor and in feeling, this

Leuctra, Chæronea, and Marathon; and the field around beantul description.-Six WALTER Scott.)

Mont St. Jean and Hougoumont appears to want little but !

a better cause, and that undefinable but impressive halo * past, note to English Bards and Scotch Review

which the lapse of ages throws around a celebrated spot, lo

vie in interest with any or all of these, except, perhaps, the ** the late batiles, like all the world, I have lost a con last mentioned. Tor Frederick Howard. the best of his race. I had Lerrourse of late years with his family; but I never

(There is a richness and energy in this passage, which ! Es beard but good of him."-Lord B. to Mr. Moore.)

is peculiar to Lord Byron, among all modern poets,-a 1

throng of glowing images, poured forth at once, with a My guide from Mont St. Jean over the field seemed in facility and profusion, which inust appear mere wasteful. bellwent wrd sccurate. The place where Major Howard ness to more economical writers, and a certain negligence c) * 4 noi far from two tall and solitary trees, (there was and harshness of diction, which can belong only to an au2c. cut down, or shivered in the battle,) which stand a thor who is oppressed with the exuberance and rapidity te pants from each other at a pathway's side. Beneath of his conceptions.--JEFFREY.)



When the whole host of hatred stood hard by, There is a very life in our despair,

To watch and mock thee shrinking, thou hast smiled, Vitality of poison,-a quick root

With a sedate and all-enduring eye ;Which feeds these deadly branches ; for it were When Fortune fled her spoil'd and favorite child, As nothing did we die ; but Life will suit

He stood unbow'd beneath the ills upon him piled. Itself to Sorrow's most detested fruit, Like to the apples' on the Dead Sea's shore,

XL. All ashes to the taste: Did man compute

Sager than in thy fortunes; for in thom Existence by enjoyment, and count o'er

Ambition steel'd thee on too far to show Such hours 'gainst years of life,-say, would he name That just habitual scorn, which could contemn threescore?

Men and their thoughts ; 'twas wise to feel, not so

To wear it ever on thy lip and brow,

And spurn the instruments thou wert to use
The Psalmist number'd out the years of man: Till they were turn'd unto thine overthrow;
They are enough; and if thy tale be true,

"Tis but a worthless world to win or lose ;
Thou, who didst grudge him even that fleeting span, So hath it proved to thee, and all such lot who choose.
More than enough, thou fatal Waterloo !
Millions of tongues record thee, and anew

Their children's lips shall echo them, and say If, like a tower upon a headlong rock,
Here, where the sword united nations drew,

Thou hadst been made to stand or fall alone,
Our countrymen were warring on that day!" Such scorn of man had help'd to brave the shock;
And this is much, and all which will not pass away. But men's thoughts were the steps which paved thy

throne, XXXVI.

Their admiration thy best weapou shone ; There sunk the greatest, nor the worst of men,

The part of Philip's son was thine, not then Whose spirit antithetically mix'd

(Unless aside thy purple had been thrown) One moment of the mightiest, and again

Like stern Diogenes to mock at men; On little objects with like firmness fix’d,

For sceptred cynics earth were far too wide a den.” Extreme in all things! hadst thou been betwixt, Thy throne had still been thine, or never been;

XLII. For daring made thy rise as fall: thou seek'st

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, Even now to reassume the imperial mien,

And there hath been thy bane ; there is a fire And shake again the world, the Thunderer of the sceno!

And motion of the soul which will not dwell

In its own narrow being, but aspire

Beyond the fitting medium of desire ;

And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore, Conqueror and captive of the earth art thou !

Preys upon high adventuro, nor can tiro She trembles at thee still, and thy wild name

Of aught but rest ; a fever at the core,
Was ne'er more bruited in men's minds than now

Fatal to him who bears, to all who ever bore.
That thou art nothing, save the jest of Fame,
Who woo'd thee once, thy vassal, and became

The flatterer of thy fierceness, till thou wert

This makes the madmen who have made men mad A god unto thyself; nor less the same To the astounded kingdoms all inert,

By their contagion ; Conquerors and Kings,

Founders of sects and systems, to whom add Who deem'd thee for a time whate'er thou didst assert.

Sophists, Bards, Statesmen, all unquiet things

Which stir too strongly the soul's secret springs, XXXVIII.

And are themselves the fools to those they fool; Oh, more or less than man-in high or low,

Envied, yet how unenviable! what stings Battling with nations, flying from the field ;

Are theirs! One breast laid open were a school Now making monarchs' necks thy footstool, now Which would unteach mankind the lust to shine or More than thy meanest soldier taught to yield:

rule: An empire thou couldst crush, command, rebuild, But govern not thy pettiest passion, nor,

XLIV. However deeply in men's spirits skilld,

Their breath is agitation, and their life Look through thine own, nor curb the lust of war,

A storm whereon they ride, to sink at last, Nor learn that tempted Fate will leave the loftiest star.

And yet so nursed and bigoted to strife,

That should their days, surviving perils past,

Melt to calm twilight, they feel overcast
Yet well thy soul hath brook'd the turning tide With sorrow and supineness, and so die ;
With that untaught innate philosophy,

Even as a flame unfed, which runs to waste Which, be it wisdom, coldness, or deep pride,

With its own flickering, or a sword laid by, Is gall and wormwood to an enemy.

Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.

| The (fabled) apples on the brink of the lake Asphaltes trembling and suspicious tyranny. Such were his speeches were said to be fair without, and, within, ashes. Vide to public assemblies as well as individuals; and the single Tacitus, Histor. lib. v. 7.

expression which he is said to have used on returning to 2 The great error of Napoleon, “ if we have writ our annals Paris after the Russian winter had destroyed his army, rubtrue," was a continued obtrusion on mankind of his want of bing his hands over a fire, " This is pleasanter than Mosall community of feeling for or with them ; perhaps more cow," would probably alienate more favor from his cause offensive to human vanity than the active cruelty of more than the destruction and reverses which led to the remark.

He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find
The loftiest peaks most wrapp'd in clouds and snow;
He who surpasses or subdues mankind,
Must look down on the hate of those below.
Though high above the sun of glory glow,
And far beneath the earth and ocean spread,
Rouad him are icy rocks, and loudly blow
Contending tempests on his naked head,
And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.'

Nor its fair promise from the surface mow
With the sharp scythe of conflict,—then to see
Thy valley of sweet waters, were to know

Earth paved like Heaven ; and to seem such to me,
Even now what wants thy stream?—that it should

Lethe be.

Away with these ! true Wisdom's world will be
Within its own creation, or in thine,
Maternal Nature! for who teems like thee,
Thas on the banks of thy majestic Rhino ?
There Harold gazes on a work divine,
A blending of all beauties; streams and dells,
Fruit, foliage, crag, wood, cornfield, mountain, vine,
And chietless castles breathing stern farewells
From gray but leafy walls, where Ruin greenly


A thousand battles have assail'd thy banks,
But these and half their fame have pass'd away,
And Slaughter heap'd on high his weltering ranks;
Their very graves are gone, and what are they?
Thy tide wash'd down the blood of yesterday,
And all was stainless, and on thy clear stream
Glass'd with its dancing light the sunny ray ;

But o'er the blacken'd memory's blighting dream
Thy waves would vainly roll, all sweeping as they seem.

And there they stand, as stands a lofty mind,
Wom, but unstooping to the baser crowd,
All tenantless, save to the crannying wind,
Or holding dark communion with the cloud.
There was a day when they were young and proud,
Banners on high, and battles pass'd below;
But they who fought are in a bloody shroud,

And those which waved are shredless dust ere now,
And the bleak battlements shall bear no future blow.

Thus Harold inly said, and pass’d along,
Yet not insensibly to all which here
Awoke the jocund birds to early song
In glens which might have made even exile dear:
Though on his brow were graven lines austere,
And tranquil sternness which had ta'en the place
Of feelings fierier far but less severe,

Joy was not always absent froin his face, (trace.
But o'er it in such scenes would steal with transient

Beneath these battlements, within those walls,
Power dwelt amidst her passions ; in proud state
Each robber chief upheld his armed halls,
Doing his evil will, nor less elate
Than mightier heroes of a longer date.
What want these outlaws' conquerors should have ?
But History's purchased page to call them great ?
A wider space, an ornamented grave ? [brave.
Their hopes were not less warm, their souls were full as

Nor was all love shut from him, though his days
Of passion had consumed themselves to dust.
It is in vain that we would coldly gaze
On such as smile upon us ; the heart must
Leap kindly back to kindness, though disgust
Hath wean'd it from all worldlings: thus he felt,
For there was soft remembrance, and sweet trust

In one fond breast, to which his own would melt,
And in its tenderer hour on that his bosom dwelt.

And he had learn’d to love,–I know not why,
For this in such as him scems strange of mood, -
The helpless looks of blooming infancy,
Even in its earliest nurture ; what subdued,
To change like this, a mind so far imbued
With scorn of man, it little boots to know;
But thus it was; and though in solitude

Small power the nipp'd affections have to grow,
In him this glow'd when all beside had ceased to glow.

In their baronial feuds and single fields,
What deeds of prowess unrecorded died !
And Love, which lent a blazon to their shields,
With emblems well devised by amorous pride,
Through all the mail of iron hearts would glide ;
But still their flame was fierceness, and drow on
Keen contest and destruction near allied,

And many a tower for some fair mischief won,
Saw the discolor'd Rhine beneath its ruin run.

But Thou, exulting and abounding river !
Making thy waves a blessing as they flow
Through banks whose beauty would endure forever
Could man but leave thy bright creation so,

And there was one soft breast, as hath been said,
Which unto his was bound by stronger ties
Than the church links withal; and, though unwed,
That love was pure, and, far above disguise,
Had stood the test of mortal enmities
Still undivided, and cemented more
By peril, dreaded most in female eyes ;

But this was firm, and from a foreign shore (pour!
Well to that heart might his these absent greetings

??This is certainly splendidly written, but we trust it is not the hardness which they cannot fail of contracting, should tree From Macedonia's madman to the Swede-from Nim be more miserable or more unfriended than those splendid Tai to Bonaparte,-the hunters of men have pursued their curses of their kind; and it would be passing strange, and şort with as much gayety, and as little rernorse, as the pitiful, if the most precious gifts of Providence should bouters of other anuals; and have lived as cheerily in their produce only unhappiness, and mankind regard with hoscars of action, and as comfortably in their repose, as the fility their greatest benefactors.-JEFFREY.) bilizers of beiter pursuits. It would be strange, therefore, 2 " What wants that knave that a king should have ?"

the other active but more innocent spirits, whom Lord was King James's question on meeting Johnny ArmByron has here placed in the same predicament, and who strong and his followers in full accoutreinenis.-See the stare all their sources of enjoyinent, without the guilt and Ballad.

Our enemy's,—but let not that forbid
Honor to Marceau! o'er whose early tomb
Tears, big tears, gush'd from the rough soldier's lid,

Lamenting and yet envying such a doom,
Falling for France, whose rights he battled to resume.

Brief, brave, and glorious was his young career,-
His mourners were two hosts, his friends and foes ;
And fitly may the stranger lingering here
Pray for his gallant spirit's bright repose ;
For he was Freedom's champion, one of those,
The few in nunber, who had not o'erstepp'd
The charter to chastise which she bestows

On such as wield her weapons; he had kept
The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him


The castled crag of Drachenfels!
Frowus o'er the wide and winding Rhine,
Whose breast of waters broadly swells
Between the banks which bear the vine,
And hills all rich with blossom'd trees,
And fields which promise corn and wine,
And scatter'd cities crowning theso,
Whose far white walls along them shine,
Have strew'd a scene, which I should see
With double joy wert thou with me.

And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes,
And hands which offer early flowers,
Walk smiling o'er this paradise ;
Above, the frequent feudal towers
Through green leaves lift their walls of gray,
And many a rock which steeply lowers,
And noble arch in proud decay,
Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers ;
But one thing want these banks of Rhino,
Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine!

I send the lilies given to me;
Though long before thy hand they touch,
I know that they must wither'd be,
But yet reject them not as such ;
For I have cherish'd them as dear,
Because they yet may meet thine eye,
And guide thy soul to mine even here,
When thou behold'st them drooping nigh,
And know'st them gather'd by the Rhine,
And offer'd from my heart to thine !

The river nobly foams and flows,
The charm of this enchanted ground,
And all its thousand turns disclose
Some fresher beauty varying round:
The haughtiest breast its wish might bound
Through life to dwell delighted here;
Nor could on earth a spot be found
To nature and to me so dear,
Could thy dear eyes in following mine
Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine!

By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground,
There is a small and simple pyramid,
Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ;
Beneath its base are heroes' ashes hid,

Here Ehrenbreitstein,' with her shatter'd wall
Black with the miner's blast, upon her height
Yet shows of what she was, when shell and ball
Rebounding idly on her strength did light:
A tower of victory! from whence the fight
Of baffled foes was watch'd along the plain :
But Peace destroy'd what War could never blight,

And laid those proud roofs bare to Summer's rain-
On which the iron shower for years had pour'd in vain.

Adieu to theo, fair Rhine! How long delighted
The stranger fain would linger on his way!
Thine is a scene alike where souls united
Or lonely Contemplation thus might stray ;
And could the ceaseless vultures cease to prey
On self-condemning bosoms, it were here,
Where Nature, nor too sombre, nor too gay,

Wild but not rude, awful yet not austere,
Is to the mellow Earth as Autumn to the year.

Adieu to thee again! a vain adieu !
There can be no farewell to scene like thine ;
The mind is color'd by thy every hue;
And if reluctantly the eyes resign
Their cherish'd gaze upon thee, lovely Rhine !
"Tis with the thankful glance of parting praise ;
More mighty spots may rise-more glaring shine,

But none unite in one attaching maze
The brilliant, fair, and soft,—the glories of old days,

1 The castle of Drachenfels stands on the highest summit poison. A separate monument (not over his body, which is of “the Seren Mountains," over the Rhine banks; it is in buried by Marceau's) is raised for him near Andernach, opruins, and connected with some singular traditions: it is the posite to which one of his most memorable exploits was perfirst in view on the road fr Bonn, but on the opposite side formed, in throwing a bridge to an island on the Rhine. of the river ; on this bank, nearly facing it, are ihe remains The shape and style are different from that of Marceau's, of another, called the Jew's Castle, and a large cross com and the inscription more simple and pleasing :-"The Army memorative of the murder of a chief by his brother. The of the Sambre and Meuse to its Cominander-in-Chief number of castles and cities along the course of the Rhine on Hoche." This is all, and as it should be. Hoche was esboth sides is very great, and their situations remarkably teemed among the first of France's earlier generals, before beautiful. [These verses were written on the banks of the Bonaparte monopolized her triumphs. He was the destined Rhine, in May. The original pencilling is before us. It is commander of the invading army of Ireland. needless to observe that they were addressed to his Sister.) 3 Ehrenbreitstein, i. e. “the broad stone of honor," one

? The monument of the young and lamented General of the strongest fortresses in Europe, was dismantled and Marceau (killed by a rifle-ball at Alierkirchen, on the last day blown up by the French at the truce of Leoben. It had been, of the fourth year of the French republic) still remains as de and could only be, reduced by famine or treachery. It yielded scribed. The inscriptions on his monument are rather too to the former, aided by surprise. After having seen the forlong, and not required: his name wits enough ; France tifications of Gibraltar and Malta, it did not much strike by adored, and her enemies adınired; both wept over him. His comparison ; but the situation is commanding. General funeral was attended by the generals and detachments from Marceau besieged it in vain for some time, and I slept in a both armies. In the same grave General Hoche is interred, room where I was shown a window at which he is said to a gallant man also in every sense of the word; but ihough he have been standing observing the progress of the siege by distinguished himself greatly in battle, he had not the good moonlight, when a ball struck immediately below it. fortune to die there : his death was attended by suspicions of * [On taking Hockheim, the Austrians, in one part of the


LXV. The negligently grand, the fruitful bloom

By a lone wall a lonelier column rears Os coming ripeness, the white city's sheen,

A gray and grief-worn aspect of old days; The rolling stream, the precipice's gloom,

'Tis the last remnant of the wreck of years, The forest's growth, and Gothic walls between, And looks as with the wild-bewilder'd

gaze The wild rocks shaped as they had turrets been Of one to stone converted by amaze, In mockery of man's art; and these withal

Yet still with consciousness; and there it stands À face of faces happy as the scene,

Making a marvel that it not decays, Whose fertile bounties here extend to all,

When the coeval pride of human hands, Stil springing o'er thy banks, though Empires near Levell’d Aventicum," hath strew'd her subject lands. them fall.


And there-oh! sweet and sacred be the name ! But these recede. Above me are the Alps,

Julia--the daughter, the devoted-gave The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls

Her youth to heaven; her heart, beneath a claim Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps,

Nearest to Heaven's, broke o'er a father's grave. And throned Eternity in icy halls

Justice is sworn 'gainst tears, and hers would crave Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls

The life she lived in ; but the judge was just, The aralanche-the thunderholt of snow !

And then she died on him she could not save. All that expands the spirit, yet appals,

Their tomb was simple, and without a bust, Gather around these summits, as to show [below. And held within their urn one mind, one heart, one Hor Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man

dust. LXIII.

LXVII. But ere these matchless heights I dare to scan, But these are deeds which should not pass away, There is a spot should not be pass'd in vain,

And names that must not wither, though the earth Morat! the proud, the patriot field! where man Forgets her empires with a just decay, (birth; Vay gaze on ghastly trophics of the slain,

The enslavers and the enslaved, their death and Nor blush for those who conquer'd on that plain ; The high, the mountain-majesty of worth Here Burgundy bequeath'd his tombless host,

Should be, and shall, survivor of its wo, A bony heap, through ages to remain,

And from its immortality look forth
Themselves their monument ;-the Stygian coast In the sun's face, like yonder Alpine snow,'
Unsepulchred they roam'd, and shriek'd each wan- Imperishably pure beyond all things below.
dering ghost.?


Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face,
While Waterloo with Canna's carnage vies,

The mirror where the stars and mountains view Morat and Marathon twin names shall stand; The stillness of their aspect in each trace They were true Glory's stainless victories,

Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue : Won by the unambitious heart and hand

There is too much of man here, to look through Oi a proud, brotherly, and civic band,

With a fit mind the might which I behold; All unbought champions in no princely cau

But soon in me shall Loneliness renew Of vice-entail'd Corruption; they no land

Thoughts hid, but not less cherish'd than of old, Doom'd to bewail the blasphemy of laws

Ere mingling with the herd had penn'd me in their Making kings' rights divine, by some Draconic clause.


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Engagement, got to the brow of the hill, whence they had Infelicis patris infelix proles. Deæ Aventiæ Sacerdos. ExoCrir first view of the Rhine. They instantly halted-not rare patris necem non potui: Male mori in fatis ille erat. an was fired-not a voice heard: but they stood gazing Vixi annos x X111."--I know of no human composition so afa the nter with those feelings which the events of the last secting as this, nor a history of deeper interest. These are ifeen years at once called up. Prince Schwartzenberg the names and actions which ought not to perish, and to mule np to know the cause of this sudden stop; then they which

we turn with a true and healthy tenderness, from the pare three cheers, rushed after the enemy, and drove them wretched and glittering detail of a confused mass of conto the water.)

quests and battles, with which the mind is roused for a time 1 1 The chapel is destroyed, and the pyramid of bones dimin

to a false and feverish sympathy, from whence it recurs thel to a small number by the Burgundian legion in the

at length with all the nausea consequent on such intoxi

cation. Serilee of France; whoanxiously effuced this record of their

ancestors' pas successful invasions. A few still remain, not 4 This is written in the eye of Mont Blanc, (June 30, 1810,) ! abstanding the pains taken by the Burgundians for ages,

which even at this distance dazzles mine.-(July 2012.) I 41] who passed that way removing a bone to their own

this day observed for some time the distinct reflection of conry,) and the less justifiable larcenies of the Swiss pos Mont Blanc and Mont Argentiére in the calm of the lake, toas, wlocarried them off to sell for knife-handles, a pur

which I was crossing in my boat ; the distance of these prie for which the whiteness imbibed by the bleaching of mountains from their mirror is sixty miles. Tears hadi rendered them in great request. Of these relies I

5 In the exquisite lines which the poet, at this time, Featured to bring away as much as may have made a quarter

addressed to his sister, there is the following touching of a bero, for which the sole excuse is, that if I had not, the

stanza: 1 it passer-by might have perverted them to worse uses than the careful preservation which I intend for them.

“ I did remind thee of our own dear lake,

By the old hall which may be mine no more. * Aventicum, near Morat, was the Roman capital of Hel

Leman's is fair ; but think not I forsake Tetia, where drenches now stands.

The sweet remembrance of a dearer shore: ? Julia Alpinula, a young Aventian priestess, died soon Sad havoc Time must with my memory make | after a rain endeavor to save her father, condemned to death Ere that or thou can fade these eves before ; as a iraitor by Aulus Cacina. Her epitaph was discovered Though, like all things which I have loved, they are many years ago ;-it is thus :-"Julia Alpinula : Hic jaceo. Resigu'd forever, or divided far.”

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