"WHAT know we of the Blest above A mortal hymn, or shaped the choir, XVII ENGELBERG, THE HILL OF ANGELS1 FOR gentlest uses, oft-times Nature takes The work of Fancy from her willing hands; 1 See Note. XVIII OUR LADY OF THE SNOW These crowded offerings as they hang To Thee, in this aërial cleft, And hence, O Virgin Mother mild ! 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, Nor such fine skill as did the meed bestow On Marathonian valour, yet the tear Springs forth in presence of this gaudy show, While narrow cares their limits overflow. Thrice happy, burghers, peasants, warriors old, Infants in arms, and ye, that as ye go Homeward or schoolward, ape what ye behold! XX THE TOWN OF SCHWYTZ By antique Fancy trimmed-though lowly, bred To dignity-in thee, O SCHWYTZ! are seen Or jealous Nature ruling in her stead; serene As that of the sweet fields and meadows green In unambitious compass round thee spread. Majestic BERNE, high on her guardian steep, Holding a central station of command, Might well be styled this noble body's HEAD; Thou, lodged 'mid mountainous entrenchments deep, Its HEART; and ever may the heroic Land Heroes before your time, in frolic fancy Thy name, O SCHWYTZ, in happy freedom bold! And when that calm Spectatress from on high Looks down-the bright and solitary Moon, Who never gazes but to beautify; keep!1 1 Nearly 500 years (says Ebel, speaking of the French Invasion) had elapsed, when, for the first time, foreign soldiers were seen upon the frontiers of this small Canton, to impose upon it the laws of their governors. 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 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 1600, 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 everywhere 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, 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, twine 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 thro' the mountains was blown: Now gads the wild vine o'er the pathless ascent; O silence of Nature, how deep is thy sway, When the whirlwind of human destruction is spent, Our tumults appeased, and our strifes passed away! XXIII 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 2000 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 sealike 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. Did mighty Tell repair of oldA Hero cast in Nature's mould, Deliverer of the stedfast rocks And of the ancient hills! He, too, of battle-martyrs chief! XXIV THE ITALIAN ITINERANT AND THE SWISS GOATHERD. PART I I Now that the farewell tear is dried, II But thou, perhaps, (alert as free A purpose to a fickle clime: 1 Arnold Winkelried, 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. My Song, encouraged by the grace Shall tend, with his own dark-eyed Maid, As with a rapture caught from heaven- PART II I WITH nodding plumes, and lightly drest But Truth inspired the Bards of old But seemingly a Thing despised ; What liberty? if no defence Be won for feeble Innocence. Father of all! though wilful Manhood read His punishment in soul-distress, Grant to the morn of life its natural blessedness! XXV THE LAST SUPPER BY LEONARDO DA VINCI, IN THE REFECTORY OF THE CONVENT OF MARIA DELLA GRAZIA-MILAN1 THO' searching damps and many an envious flaw Have marred this Work; the calm ethereal grace, The love deep-seated in the Saviour's face, And hand reposing on the board in ruth 1 See Note. |