The measure, simple truth to tell, Was fit for some gay throng; Though from the same grim turret fell The shadow and the song. When silent were both voice and chords, It was a breezy hour of eve; And pinnacle and spire Quivered and seemed almost to heave, Clothed with innocuous fire; But, where we stood, the setting sun Showed little of his state; And, if the glory reached the Nun, 'Twas through an iron grate. Not always is the heart unwise, For them who do not mourn. Such feeling pressed upon my soul, A feeling sanctified By one soft trickling tear that stole From the Maiden at my side; Less tribute could she pay than this, Borne gaily o'er the sea, Fresh from the beauty and the bliss Of English liberty? VI. BETWEEN NAMUR AND LIEGE. WHAT lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose? VII. AIX-LA-CHAPELLE Was it to disenchant, and to undo, That we approached the Seat of Charlemaine? If from a traveller's fortune I might claim A palpable memorial of that day, Then would I seek the Pyrenean Breach That ROLAND clove with huge two-handed sway, V. AFTER VISITING THE FIELD OF WATERLOO. Hovered in air above the far-famed Spot. it IX. IYA CARRIAGE, UPON THE BANKS OF THE RHINE. O'er the defrauded heart-while sweeping by, Bath her vine-leaf crown the green Earth reels: Each beetling rampart, and each tower sublime, Of harking cloistral arch, through trees espied XI. THE SOURCE OF THE DANUBE. Nor, like his great Compeers, indignantly (Who loves the Cross, yet to the Crescent's gleam Mounts on rapt wing, and with a moment's flight When the first Ship sailed for the Golden Fleece- To fix in heaven her shape distinct with stars. X. HYMN, "I BOATMEN, AS THEY APPROACH THE RAPIDS UNDER THE CASTLE OF HEIDELBERG. Just! bless our slender Boat, By the current swept along; Land its threatenings-let them not Drown the music of a song Breathed thy mercy to implore, Where these troubled waters roar! Saviour, for our warning, seen Blding on that precious Rood; If, while through the meadows green Gently wound the peaceful flood, We forgot Thee, do not Thou Deregard thy Suppliants now! Hither, bke yon ancient Tower Watching o'er the River's bed, Fing the shadow of thy power, Else we sleep among the dead; Then who trod'st the billowy sea, shield us in our jeopardy! Gaie our Bark among the waves; * See Note. XII. ON APPROACHING THE STAUB-BACH, LAUTERBRUNNEN. Or Idleness in tatters mendicant The strain should flow-free Fancy to enthral, This bold, this bright, this sky-born, WATERFALL+! Is more benignant than the dewy eve- XIV. MEMORIAL, NEAR THE OUTLET OF THE LAKE OF THUN. 'DEM ANDENKEN MEINES FREUNDES ALOYS REDING Aloys Reding, it will be remembered, was CaptainGeneral of the Swiss forces, which, with a courage and perseverance worthy of the cause, opposed the flagitious and too successful attempt of Buonaparte to subjugate their country. AROUND a wild and woody hill We reached a votive Stone that bears Well judged the Friend who placed it there The Sun regards it from the West; He sets, his sinking yields a type 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. XV. COMPOSED IN ONE OF THE CATHOLIC CANTONS. DOOMED as we are our native dust It ill befits us to disdain The altar, to deride the fane, I love, where spreads the village lawn, Where'er we roam-along the brink XVI. AFTER-THOUGHT. OH Life! without thy chequered scene Pain entered through a ghastly breach- XVII. SCENE ON THE LAKE OF BRIENTZ. "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 fledEach 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, every hand 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! XX. EFFUSION, IN PRESENCE OF THE PAINTED TOWER OF TELL, AT ALTORF. This Tower stands upon the spot where grew the Linden Tree against which his Son is said to have been placed, when the Father's archery was put to proof under circumstances so famous in Swiss Story. WHAT though the Italian pencil wrought not here, And when that calm Spectatress from on high Looks down-the bright and solitary Moon, Who never gazes but to beautify; And snow-fed torrents, which the blaze of noon Roused into fury, murmur a soft tune That fosters peace, and gentleness recals; Then might the passing Monk receive a boon How blest the souls who when their trials come But face like that sweet Boy their mortal doom, ΧΧΙ. THE TOWN OF SCHWYTZ. By antique Fancy trimmed-though lowly, bred Are moved, for me-upon this Mountain named XXIII. FORT FUENTES. 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 Valteline, and toward the town of Chiavenna. The prospect in the latter directin 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 communi 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 or the ground, records that the Fort had been erected br Count Fuentes in the year 1600, during the reign of l'hi p the Third; and the Chapel, about twenty years after, "Y one of his Descendants. Marble pillars of gateways ar 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 everywhers something to remind one of former splendour, and d devastation and tumult. In our ascent we had passed abundance of wild vines intermingled with bushes: Lear 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. Whi descending, we discovered on the ground, apart from the path, and at a considerable distance from the ruined Char a statue of a Child in pure white marble, uninjured by the explosion that had driven it so far down the hill. little," we exclaimed, "are these things valued here Could we but transport this pretty Image to our e garden!"-Yet it seemed it would have been a pity any should remove it from its couch in the wilderness, whi may be its own for hundreds of years-Extract fra Journal. H DREAD hour! when, upheaved by war's sulphur 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 speci And the green, gilded snake, without troubling th calm Of the beautiful countenance, twine round his nes |