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IN THE CATHEDRAL AT COLOGNE. Loud its threatenings—let them not

Drown the music of a song,
Oh, for the help of angels to complete Breathed thy mercy to implore,
This temple-angels governed by a plan Where these troubled waters roar!
How gloriously pursued by daring man,
Studious that He might not disdain the Saviour, in Thy image, seen


Bleeding on that precious rood ; Who dwells in heaven ! But that inspiring is, while through the meadows green Math failed; and now, ye powers ! whose Gently wound the peaceful flood, gorgeous wings

We forgot Thee, do not Thou
And splendid aspect yon emblazonings

Disregard Thy suppliants now!
But faintly picture, 'twere an office meet
For you, on these unfinished shafts to try

Hither, like yon ancient tower
The midnight virtues of your harmony :-

Watching o'er the river's bed, This vast design might tempt you to repeat Fling the shadow of Thy power, Strains that call forth upon empyreal ground

Else we sleep among the dead ; Immortal fabrics--rising to the sound Thou who trod'st the billowy sea, of penetrating harps and voices sweet !

Shield us in our jeopardy!

Guide our bark among the waves ; IN A CARRIAGE, UPON THE BANKS OF

Through the rocks our passage smooth; THE RHINE.

Where the whirlpool frets and raves Amid this dance of objects sadness steals

Let Thy love its anger soothe : O'er the

defrauded heart-while sweeping All our hope is placed in Thee ; As in a fit of Thespian jollity, (by,

Miserere Domine! * Beneath hay vine-leaf crown the green

earth reels: Backward, in rapid evanescence, wheels

THE SOURCE OF THE DANUBE. The venerable pageantry of time, Each beetling 'rampart—and each tower Not, like his great compeers, indignantlyt sublime,

Doth Danube spring to life! The wanAnd what the dell unwillingly reveals

dering stream

(gleam Of lurking cloistral arch, through trees (Who loves the cross, yet to the crescent's espied

(repine ? Unfolds a willing breast) with infant glee Near ihe bright river's edge. Yet why Slips from his prison walls : and fancy, free Pedestrian liberty shall yet be mine To follow in his track of silver light, To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze : Reaches, with one brief moment's rapid Freedom which youth with copious hand flight, supplied,

The vast encincture of that gloomy sea May in fit measure bless my later days.



See the beautiful song in Mr. Coleridge's HYMN,


Before this quarter of the Black Forest was

inhabited, the source of the Danube might have CASTLE OF HEIDELBERG.

suggested some of those sublime images which JESU! bless our slender boat,

Armstrong has so finely described : at present, By the current swept along;

the contrast is most striking.. The spring appears in a capacious stone basin upon the front of a ducal palace, with a pleasure-ground oppo

site : then, passing under the pavement, cakes tween France and Spain, so as physically to the form of a little, clear, bright, black, vigorous separate the two kingdoms---let us fancy this rill, barely wide enough to tempt the agility of a wall curved like a crescent, with its convexity child five years old to leap over it, -and entertowards France. Lastly, let us suppose, that ing the garden, it joins, after a course of a few in the very middle of the wall a breach of three hundred yards, a stream much more considerahundred feet wide has been beaten down by the ble than itself.' The copiousness of the spring at famous Roland, and we may have a good idea Donischingen must have procured for it the of what the mountaineers call the 'Breche de honour of being named the source of the Roland. –Raymond's Pyrecees.


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TRACKS let me follow far from human kind Aloys Reding, it will be remembered, was cap- Which these illusive greeting

may not tain-general of the Swiss forces, which, with reach ; a courage and perseverance worthy of the Where only nature tunes her voice to teach cause, opposed the flagitious and too success Careless pursuits, and raptures unconfined. ful attempt of Bonaparte to subjugate their

No mermaid warbles (to allay the wind country.

That drives some vessel toward a dangerous

beach) AROUND a wild and woody hill

More thrilling melodies ! no caverned witch, A gravelled pathway treading,

Chanting a love-spell

, ever intertwined We reached a votive stone that bears Notes shrill and wild with art more musical! The name of Aloys Reding.

Alas! that from the lips of abject want

And idleness in tatters mendicant Well judged the friend who placed it there The strain should flow-enjoyment to enFor silence and protection,

thral, And haply with a finer care

And with regret and useless pity haunt Of dutiful affection.

This bold this pure, this sky-born waterfall! The sun regards it from the west, Sinking in summer glory:

*“The Staub-bach" is a narrow stream, which, And, while he sinks, affords a type

after a long course on the heights, comes to the Of that pathetic story.

sharp edge of a somewhat overhanging preci

pice, overleaps it with a bound, and, after a fall And oft he tempts the patriot Swiss of 930 feet, forms again a rivulet.' The vocal Amid the grove to linger;

powers of these musical besgars may seem to be Till all is dim, save this bright stone

exaggerated; but this wild and savage air was Touched by his golden finger.

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 COMPOSED IN ONE OF THE CATHOLIC services chanted to streams and fountains in CANTONS OF SWITZERLAND. pagan times. Mr. Southey has thus accurately

characterized the peculiarity of this music: DOOMED as we are our native dust

“While we were at the waterfall, some half To wet with many a bitter shower,

score peasants, chiefly women and girls, assem. It ill befits us to disdain

bled just out of reach of the spring, and set up, The altar, to deride the fane,

-surely, the wildest chorus that ever was heard Where patient sufferers bend, in trust

by human ears,-a song not or articulate sounds,

but in which the voice was used as a mere instruTo win a happier hour.

ment of music, more flexible than any which I love, where spreads the village lawn,

art could produce,-sweet, powerful, and thril.

ling beyond description." See notes to " A Upon some knee-worn cell to gaze ;

Tale of Paraguay."


Hung round its top, on wings that changed their hues at will.

(were FROM the fierce aspect of this river throwing Clouds do not name those visitants ; they His giant body o'er the steep rock's brink, The very angels whose authentic lays, Back in astonishment and lear we shrink : Sung from that heavenly ground in middle But gradually a calmer look bestowing, air,

(raise Flowers we eśpy beside the torrent growing: Made known the spot where piety should Flowers that peep forth from many a cleft A holy structure to the Almighty's praise. and chink,

Resplendent apparition ! if in vain And, from the whirlwind of his anger drink My ears did listen. 'twas enough to gaze ; Hues ever fresh, in rocky fortress blowing: and watch the slow departure of the train, They suck, from breath that threatening to Whose skirts the glowing mountain thirste! destroy

to detain ! Is more benignant than the dewy eve, Beauty, and life, and motions as of joy:

OUR LADY OF THE SNOW, Nor doubt but He to whom yon pine-trees nod

Meer Virgin mother, more benign
Their heads in sign of worship, nature's God, Than fairest star upon the height
These humbler adorations will receive. Of thy own mountain set to keep

Lone vigils through the hours of sleep,
What eye can look upon thy shrine

Untroubled at the sight?
“ What know we of the blest above These crowded offerings as they hang
But that they sing and that they love?" In sign of misery relieved,
Yet, if they ever did inspire

Even these, without intent of theirs,
A mortal hymn, or shaped the choir, Report of comfortless despairs,
Now, where those harvest damsels float Of many a deep and cureless pang
Homeward in their rugged boat,

And confidence deceived.
(While all the ruffling winds are fled,
Each slumbering on some mountain's head). To thee, in this aërial cleft,
Now, surely, hath that gracious aid

As to a common centre, tend
Been felt. That influence is displayed.

All sufferings that no longer rest Pupils of Heaven, in order stand

On mortal succour, all distrest The rustic maidens, every hand

That pine of human hope bereft,
Upun a sister's shoulder laid, -

Nor wish for earthly friend.
To chant, as glides the boat along,
A simple, but a touching, song ;

And hence, O Virgin mother mild !
To chant, as angels do above,

Though plenteous flowers around thee blow,

Not only from the dreary strife
The melodies of peace in love!

Of winter, but the storms of life,
Thee have thy votaries aptly styled

Our Lady of the Snow.

Even for the man who stops not here,
FOR gentlest uses, oft-times nature takes
The work of tancy from her willing hands; Thy very name, o lady! flings,

But down the irriguous valley hies,
And such a beautiful creation makes
As renders needless spells and magic wands, A holy shadow soft and dear

O'er blooming fields and gushing springs, And for the boldest tale belief commands.

Of chastening sympathies !
When first mine eyes beheld that famous hill
The sacred Engelberg;* celestial bands, Nor falls that intermingling shade
With intermingling motions soft and still, To summer gladsomeness unkind;

It chastens only to requite * The convent whose site was pointed out, ac

With gleams of fresher, purer light; cording to tradition, in this manner, is seated at While, o'er the flower-enamelled glade, its base. The architecture of the building is More sweetly breathes the wind. unimpressive, but the situation is worthy of the honour which the imagination of the mountaineers has conferred upon it.

+ Mount Righi


keep !*

But on!—a tempting downward way,

A verdant path before us lies;
Clear shines the glorious sun above ;

By antique fancy trimmed-though lowly, Then give free course to joy and love,

bred Deeming the evil of the day

To dignity–in thee, O Schwytz! are seen Sufficient for the wise.

The genuine features of the golden mean;
Equality by prudence governed,
Or jealous nature ruling in her stead ;

And, therefore, art thou blest with peace, EFFUSION IN PRESENCE OF THE PAINTED

(green TOWER OF TELL, AT ALTORE. As that of the sweet fields and meadows This tower is said to stand upon the spot where Majestic Berne, high on her

guardian steep,

In unambitious compass round thee spread, grew the linden-tree against which his son was placed, when the father's archery was put to Holding a central station of command, proof under circumstances so famous in Swiss Might well be styled this noble body's head ; history.

Thou, lodged 'mid mountainous entrench

ments deep, WHAT though the Italian pencil wrought Its heart ; and ever may the heroic land

not here, Nor such fine skill as did the meed bestow

Thy name, O Schwytz, in happy freedom
On Marathonian valour, yet the tear
Springs forth in presence of this gaudy show,
While narrow cares their limits overflow. ON HEARING THE "RANZ DES VACHES
Thrice happy, burghers, peasants, warriors ON THE TOP OF THE PASS OF ST.

Infants in arms, and ye, that as ye go
Home-ward or school-ward, ape what ye

I LISTEN—but no faculty of mine behold;

Avails those modulations to detect,

[bold ! Heroes before your time, in frolic fancy Which, heard in foreign lands, the Swiss

affect But when that calm spectatress from on (So fame reports) and die ; his sweet:

With tenderest passion, leaving him to pine high

breathed kine Looks down-the bright and solitary moon, Remembering, and green Alpine pastures

(decked Who never gazes but to beautify;

With vernal flowers. Yet may we not And snow-fed torrents, which the blaze of


The tale as fabulous.-Here while I recline Roused into fury, murmur a soft tune That fosters peace, and gentleness recalls; Even here, upon this glorious mountain

Mindful how others love this simple strain, Then might the passing monk receive a

named boon

(walls, of saintly pleasure from these pictured Aspiring thoughts, by memory reclaimed,

Of God himself from dread pre-eminenceWhile, on the warlike groups, the mellow- Yield to the music's touching influence, ing lustre falls.

And joys of distant home my heart enchain. How blest the souls who when their trials

come Yield not to terror or despondency,


THE LAKE OF LUGANO. But face like that sweet boy their mortal doom,

This church was almost destroyed by lightning Whose head the ruddy apple tops, while he a few years ago, but the altar and the image Expectant stands beneath the linden tree,

of the patron saint were untouched The Not quaking like the timid forest game:

mount, upon the summit of which the church

is built, stands amid the intricacies of the He smiles-the hesitating shaft to free, Assured that Heaven its justice will proclaim,

(aim. * Nearly 500 years (says Ebel, speaking of the And to his father give its own unerring French invasion had elapsed, when, for the first

time, foreign soldiers were seen upon the frontiers of this smail canton, to impose upon it the laws of their governors.



Lake of Lugano: and is, from a hundred

FORT FUENTES. points of view, its principal ornament, rising to the height of 2000 feet, and, on one side,

“The ruins of Fort Fuentes form the crest of nearly perpendicular. The ascent is toilsome; a rocky eminence that rises froin the plain at but the traveller who performs it will be amply the head of the Lake of Como, commanding rewarded Splendid fertility, rich woods, and views up the Valteline, and toward the town dazzling waters, seclusion and confinement of of Chiavenna. The prospect in the latter diview contrasted with sea-like extent of plain rection is characterized by melancholy sub fading into the sky; and this again, in an op- limity We rejoiced at being favoured with a posite quarter, with an horizon of the loftiest distinct view of those Alpine heights; not, as and boldest Alps-unite in composing a pros

we had expected from the breaking up of the pect more diversified by magnificence, beauty, storm, steeped in celestial glory, yet in comand sublimity, than perhaps any other point munion with clouds floating or stationaryin Europe of so inconsiderable an elevation scatterings from heaven. The ruin is interestcommands.

ing, both in mass and detail. An inscription

upon elaborately-sculptured marble lying on Thou sacred pile ! whose turrets rise the ground, records that the fort had been From yon steep mountain's loftiest stage,

erected by Count Fuentes in the year 1600,

during the reign of Philip the Third ; and the Guarded by lone San Salvador ;

chapel, about twenty years after, by one of Sink (if thou must) as heretofore,

his descendants. Marble pillars of gateways To sulphurous bolts a sacrifice,

are yet standing, and a considerable part of But ne'er to human rage !

the chapel walls: a smooth green turf has

taken the place of the pavement, and we could On Horeb's top, on Sinai, deigned

see no trace of altar or image; but everyTo rest the universal lord :

where something to remind one of former Why leap the fountains from their cells

splendour, and of devastation and tumult. In

our ascent we had passed abundance of wild Where everlasting bounty dwells ?

vines intermingled with bushes : near the That, while the creature is sustained,

ruins were some, ill tended, but growing willHis God may be adored.

ingly ; and rock, turf, and fragments of the

pile, are alike covered or adorned with a vaCliffs, fountains, rivers, seasons, times, riety of flowers, among which the rose-coloured Let all remind the soul of heaven ;

pink was growing in great beauty. While de

scending, we discovered on the ground, apart Our slack devotion needs them all

from the path, and at a considerable distance And faith, so oft of sense the thrall,

from the ruined chapel, a statue of a child in While she, by aid of nature, climbs,

pure white marble, uninjured by the exploMay hope to be forgiven.

sion that had driven it so far down the hill.

How little,' we exclaimed, are these things Glory, and patriotic love,

valued here! Could we but transport this And all the pomps of this frail “spot

pretty image to our own garden!" Yet it Which men call earth," have yearned to

seemed it would have been a pity any one should

remove it from its couch in the wilderness, Associate with the simply meek, (seek, which may be its own for hundreds of years.' Religion in the sainted grove,

- Extract from Journal. And in the hallowed grot.

Dread hour! when upheaved by war's Thither, in times of adverse shocks,

sulphurous blast,

[stone Of fainting hopes and backward wills, This sweet-visaged cherub of Parian Did mighty Tell repair of old

So far from the holy inclosure was cast, A hero cast in nature's mould,

To couch in this thicket of brambles Deliverer of the steadfast rocks And of the ancient hills !

To rest where the lizard may bask in the He, too, of battle-martyrs chief !


(or speck; Who, to recall his daunted peers,

Of his half-open hand pure from blemish For victory shaped an open space,

And the green, gilded snake, without By gathering with a wide embrace,

troubling the calm

(his neck. Into his single heart, a sheaf

Ofthe beautiful countenance, twine round Of fatal Austrian spears. *

The event is one of the most famous in the an* Arnold Winkelreid, at the battle of Sem-nals of Swiss heroism; and pictures and prints pach, broke an Austrian phalanx in this manner. of it are frequent throughout the country.

alone ;

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