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Breathed thy mercy to implore,
Saviour, in thy image, seen
Hither, like yon ancient Tower
Guide our Bark among the waves;
The SOURCE OF THE DANUBE.
Nor, like his great compeers, indignantly * Doth Danube spring to life! The wandering Stream (who loves the Cross, yet to the Crescent's glean Unfolds a willing breast) with infant glee Slips from his prison walls: and Fancy, free To follow in his track of silver light, reaches, with one brief moment's rapid flight, The vast Encincture of that gloomy sea whose waves the Orphean lyre forbad to meet In conflict; whose rough winds forgot their jars– | To waft the heroic progeny of Greece,
when the first Ship sailed for the golden Fleece, And feel, if we would know. Ango, exalted for that daring feat
so bear in heaven a shape distinct with stars.
ON APPROACIIING THE STAUB-BACH,
Tracks let me follow far from human-kind
weat. The outlet of the LAKE OF THUN.
pris posite; then, possing under the pavement, takes the form of a little, AND EAR EN clear, bright, black, vigorous rill, barely wide enough to tempt the Meily Es Fn El Nues agility of a child five years old to leap over it, —and entering the A Lor’s in LDLV (, Garden, it joins, after a course of a few hundred yards, a Stream Miloccox will. much more considerable than itself. The copiousness of the Spring at Doneschingen must have procured sor it the houour of being named the Source of the Danube. Aloys Reding. it will be remembered, was Captain General of the * - The Staub-bach - is a narrow Stream, which, after a long course s"is" force", which, with a courage and perseveranco worthy of on the heights, comes to the sharp edge of a somewhat overhanging who cause, opposed the flagitious and too successful attempt of precipice, overleaps it with a bound, and, after a fall of 930 feet, Bonaparte to aubjugate their country. forms again a rivulet. The vocal powers of these musical Beggars may seem to be exaggerated; but this wild and savage air was utterly unlike any sounds I had ever heard; the notes reached me from a distance, and on what occasion they were sung I could not guess, only they seemed to belong, in some way or other, to the waterfall; and reminded me of religious services chaunted to Streams and Fountains in Pagan times. Mr Southey has thus accurately characterised the peculiarity of this music: - while we were at the water- see the beautiful song in Mr Coleridge's Tragedy The Remorie. fall, some half-store peasants, chiefly women and girls, assembled wby is the Harp of Quantock silent? just out of reach of the Spring, and set up, —surely, the wildest e-tore this quarter of the black forest was inhabited, the chorus that ever was heard by human ears.-a song not of articuwere of the Danube might have suggested some of those sublime late sounds, but in which the voice was used as a mere instrument of in age, which Arm.trong has so haely described, at present, the music, more flexible than any which "r" could produce,—sweet. contra.. i. most striking. The spring appear. in a capacious stone powerful, and thrilling beyond description." See Notes to - A Tale | us.” “von the front of a Ducal palace, with a pleasure-ground op- of Paraguay." 21
Anot. No a wild and woody hill
we reached a votive Stone that bears
The name of Aloys Reding.
Where only Nature tunes her voice to teach
The FALL OF THE AAR.—HANDEC.
From the fierce aspect of this River throwing
SCENE ON THE LAKE OF BRIENTZ.
« WHAT know we of the blest above
ENGELBERG, THE HILL OF ANGELS.
Fon gentlest uses, oft-times Nature takes
'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 ho"our which the imagination of the Mountaineers has conferred upon
Which, heard in foreign lands, the Swiss affect
THE CHURCH OF SAN SALVADOR,
SEEN FROM THE LAKE of LUGANo.
This Church was almost destroyed by lightning a few years ago, but the Altar and the Image of the Patron Saint were untouched. The Mount, upon the summit of which the Church is built, stands amid the intricacies of the Lake of Lugano; and is, from a hundred points of view, its principal ornament, rising to the height of zooo feet, and, on one side, nearly perpendicular.— The ascent is toilsome ; but the traveller who performs it will be amply rewarded. Splendid fertility, rich woods and dazzling waters, seclusion and confinement of view contrasted with sea-like extent of plain fading into the sky; and this again, in an opposite quarter, with an horizon of the loftiest and boldest 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.
Thou sacred Pile! whose turrets rise
On Horeb's top, on Sinai, deigned
Cliffs, fountains, rivers, seasons, times,
Glory, and patriotic Love,
Thither, in time of adverse shocks,
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 head of the Lake of Como, commanding views up the Walteline, 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; not, 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 elaborately-sculptured marble lying on the ground, records that the Fort had been erected by Count Fuentes in the year 1690, during the reign of Philip the Third; and the Chapel, about twenty years after, by one of his descendants. Marble 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: near 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,
So far from the holy enclosure was cast,
To rest where the lizard may bask in the palm
And the green, gilded snake, without troubling the calm
Where haply (kind service to Piety due!)
Some Bird (like our own honoured Redbreast) may strew
FUENTEs once harboured the Good and the Brave,
Now gads the wild vine o'er the pathless Ascent—
When the whirlwind of human destruction is spent,
' Arnold Winkelreid, at the battle of Sempach, broke an Austrian phalanx in this manner. The event is one of the most famous in the annals of Swiss heroism; and pictures and prints of it are frequent throughout the country.
THE ITALIAN ITINERANT, AND THE SWISS GOATHERD.
Now that the farewell tear is dried, -
But thou, perhaps, (alert and free
Though robbed of many a cherished dream.
My Song, encouraged by the grace
With nodding plumes, and lightly drest
But Truth inspired the Bards of old
Of what it utters," while the unguilty seek
THE ECLIPSE OF THE SUN, 1820.
High on her speculative Tower Stood Science waiting for the Hour When Sol was destined to endure That darkening of his radiant face Which Superstition strove to chase, Erewhile, with rites impure.
Afloat beneath Italian skies,
Where'er was dipped the toiling oar,
No vapour stretched its wings; no cloud
Or something night and day between, Like moonshine—but the hue was green; Still moonshine, without shadow, spread On jutting rock, and curved shore, Where gazed the Peasant from his door, And on the mountain's head.
It tinged the Julian steeps—it lay,
But Fancy, with the speed of fire,
* — — — — The hand Sang with the voice, and this the argument.-Milton.
• The Statues ranged round the Spire and along the roof of the Cathedral of Milan, have been found fault with by Persons whose exclusive taste is unfortunate for themselves. It is true that the same expense and labour, judiciously directed to purposes more strictly architectural, might have much heightened the general effect of the building; for, seen from the ground, the Statues appear diminutive. But the coup arril, from the best point of view, which is half way up the spire, must strike an unprejudiced Person with admiration ; and surely the election and arrangement of the Figures is exquisitely fitted to support the religion of the Country in the imaginations and feelings of the spectator. It was with great pleasure that I saw,