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THE THREE COTTAGE GIRLS.
How blest the Maid whose heart-yet free
« Sweet Highland Girl! a very shower.
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,
SUGGESTED ON A SABBATH MORNING IN THE VALE OF Crimes which the great Avenger's hand provoke,
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
Rites such as yet Persepolis presents To slumber, reclined on the moss-covered floor,
Graven on her cankered walls,-solemnities
That moved in long array before admiring eyes.
The Hebrews thus, carrying in joyful state
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
Of Cybele was seen, sublimely turreted!
At length a Spirit more subdued and soft
Moved to the chant of sober litanies.
Even such, this day, came wafted on the breeze
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.
Still, in the vivid freshness of a dream,
The pageant haunts me as it met our eyes!
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'
And we were gay, our hearts at ease;
Oh GODDARD! what art thou !-a name-
We parted upon solemn ground
For the same service, by mysterious ties;
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
Mount Righi-Regina Montium.
Not vain is sadly-uttered praise;
Of checked ambition, tyranny controlled,
Lamented Youth! to thy cold clay
And, when thy Mother weeps for Thee,
THE VALLEY OF DOVER.-NOV. 1820.
FROM THE PLAIN OF FRANCE.
UPON RECEIVING THE PRECEDING SHEETS FROM THE
| Lo! in the burning West, the craggy nape
0% a proud Ararat! and, thereupon,
Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows
Is then the final page before me spread,
All that I saw returns upon my view,
All that I felt this momeut doth renew;
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
Our pride misleads, our timid likings kill.
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;
Life slips from underneath us, like that arch
Earth stretched below, Heaven in our neighbourhood.
Go forth, and please the gentle and the good; But list! the avalanche-the hushi profound
Nor be a whisper stifled, if it say
Keep for the Young the impassioned smile
High on a chalky cliff of Britain's Isle,
(Perchance the pages that relate
The various turns of Crusoc's fate)
As the first flash of beacon-light;
But neither veil thy head in shadows dim,
Nor turn thy face away
To thee would offer no presumptuous hymn'
Among the starry courts of Jove,
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.