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And we were gay, our hearts at ease ;

With pleasure dancing through the frare The lamented youth whose untimely death gave We journeyed : all we knew of careoccasion to these elegiac verses, was Frederick Our path that straggled here and there, William Goddard, from Boston in North America. He was his twentieth year, and

Of trouble-but the fluttering breeze, had resided for some time with a clergyman in Of winter-but a name. the neighbourhood of Geneva for the completion of his education. Accompanied by a If foresight could have rent the veil fellow-pupil, a native of Scotland, he had just of three short days—but hush-no more! set out on a Swiss tour when it was his misfor. Calm is the grave, and calmer none tune to fall in with a friend of mine who was Than that to which thy cares are gone, hastening to join our party. The travellers, after spending a day together on the road from Thou victim of the stormy gale, Berne and at Soleure, took leave of each | Asleep on Zurich's shore ! other at night, the young man having intended to proceed directly to Zurich. But early in O Goddard ! what art thou ?-a namethe morning my friend found his new ac- A sunbeam followed by a shade! quaintances, who were informed of the ob- No more, sor aught that time supplies, ject of his journey, and the friends he was The great, the experienced, and the wise : in pursuit of, equipped to accompany We met at Lucerne the succeeding evening, Too much from this frail earth we claim, and Mr. G. and his fellow-student became in | And therefore are betrayed. consequence our travelling companions for a couple of days. We ascended the Righi co- We met, while festive mirth ran wild, gether; and, after contemplating the sunrise. Where, from a deep lake's mighty um, from that noble mountain, we separated at an Forth slips, like an enfranchised slave, hour and on a spot woli suited to the parting of those who were to meet no more. Our A sea-green river, proud to lave, party descended through the valley of our With current swift and undefiled, Lady of the Snow, and our late companions, The towers of old Lucerne. to Art We had hoped to meet in a few weeks at Geneva : but on the third succeeding day We parted upon solemn ground being overset in a boat while crossing the lake Far lifted towards the unfading sky; ot Zurich His companion saved himself by But all our thoughts were then of earth swimming, and was hospitably received

in the That gives to common pleasures birth ; mansion of a Swiss gentleman (Mr Keller) And nothing in our hearts we found situated on the eastern coast of the lake. The That prompted even a sigh. corpse of poor Gwas cast ashore on the estate of the said gentleman, who generously performed all the rites of hospitality which could Fetch, sympathising powers of air, be rendered to the dead as well as to the living. Fetch, ye that post o'er seas and lands, He caused the handsome mural monument to be Herbs moistened by Virginian dew, erected in the church at Küsnacht, which re

A most untimely sod to strew, cords the premature fate of the young American, and on the shores too of the lake the tra

That lacks the ornamental care veller may read an inscription pointing out the Of kindred human hands!

spot where the body was deposited by the waves. LULLED by the sound of pastoral bells,

Beloved by every gentle muse

He left his Transatlantic home : Rude nature s pilgrims did we go,

Europe, a realized romance, From the dread summit of the Queen“

Had opened on his eager glance; Of mountains through a deep ravine,

What present bliss !- what golden views ! Where, in her holy chapel, dwells

What stores for years to come! 'Our Lady of the Snow. The sky was blue, the air was mild ; Though lodged within no vigorous frame, Free the streams and green the His soul her daily task renewed, bowers :

Blithe as the lark on sun-gilt wings As if, to rough assaults unknown,

High poised-or as the wren that sings The genial spot had ever shown

In shady places to proclaim A countenance that sweetly smiled

Her modest gratitude. The face of summer-hours.

Not vain is sadly-uttered praise ; Mount Righi-Regina Montium.

The words of truth's memorial vow


Are sweet as morning fragrance shed | Of England—who in hope her coast had From flowers 'mid Goldau's* ruins bred ;


lo'er? As evening's fondly-lingering rays, His project crowned, his pleasant iravel On Righi's silent brow.

Well-let him pace this noted beach once

more, Lamented youth! to thy cold clay That gave the Roman his triumphal shells; Fit obsequies the stranger paid ;

That saw the Corsican his cap and bells And piety shall guard that stone

Haughtily shake, a dreaming conqueror ! Which hath not left the spot unknown Enough ; my country's cliffs I can behold, Where the wild waves resigned their prey, And proudly think, beside the murmuring And that which marks thy bed.


Of checked ambition, tyranny controlled, And, when thy mother weeps for thee,

And folly cursed with endless memory Lost youth ! a solitary mother ;

These local recollections ne'er can cloy. This tribute from a casual friend

Such ground I from my very heart enjoy! A not unwelcome aid may lend, To feed the tender luxury, The rising pang to smother.


DOVER.-NOV. 1820.

Where be the noisy followers of the game SKY-PROSPECT. FROM THE PLAIN OF

Which faction breeds, the turmoil where? FRANCE.

(man's blast, LO! in the burning west, the craggy nape Through Europe, echoing from the newsOf a proud Ararat! and, thereupon, And filled our hearts with grief for England's The ark, her melancholy voyage done!


laim Yon rampant cloud mimics a lion's shape ; | Peace greets us ;-rambling on without an There-combats a huge crocodile-agape We mark majestic herds of cattle free A golden spear to swallow ! and that brown To ruminatet couched on the grassy lea, And massy grove, so near yon blazing town, And hear far-off the mellow horn proclaim Stirs--and recedes-destruction to escape! The season's harmless pastime.Ruder Yet all is harmless as the Elysian shades sound Where spirits dwell in undisturbed repose, Stirs not; enrapt I gaze with strange delight, Silently disappears, or quickly fades ; -- While consciousnesses, not to be disowned, Meek nature's evening comment on the Here only serve a feeling to invite shows

That lifts the spirit to a calmer height, That for oblivion take their daily birth, And makes the rural stillness more proFrom all the fuming vanities of earth!


that past


FROM THE PRESS. Why cast ye back upon the Gallic shore,

Is then the final page before me spread, Ye furious waves! a patriotic son

Nor further outlet left to mind or heart?

Presumptuous book! too forward to be • One of the villages desolated by the fall of readpart of the mountain Rossberg.

How can I give thee licence to depart? + Near the town of Boulogne, and overhanging One tribute more ;-unbidden feelings start the beach, are the remains of a tower which Forth from their coverts-slighted objects bears the name of Caligula, who here terminated risehis western expedition, of which these sea-shells were the boasted spoils And at no great dis- My spirit is the scene of such wild art tance from these ruins, Bonaparte, standing upon a mound of earth, harangued his “army Honour," a column-which was not completed of England," reminded them of the exploits of at the time we were there. Cæsar, and pointed towards the white cliffs upon This is a most grateful sight for an Englishwhich their standards were to Poat. He re- man returning to his native land. Everywhere commended also a subscription to be raised one misses, in the cultivated grounds abroad, the among the soldiery to erect on that ground, in animating and soothing accompaniment of animemory of the foundation of the "Legion of mals ranging and selecting their own food at will. As on Parnassus rules, when lightning flies, Is not the chamois suited to his place? Visibly leading on the thunder's harmonies. The eagle worthy of her ancestry?

Let empires fall; but ne'er shall ye disAll that I saw returns upon my view,

grace All that I heard comes back upon my ear,

Your noble birthright, ye that occupy, All that I felt this moment doth renew ;

Your council-seats beneath the open sky, And where the foot with no unmanly fear On Sarnen's Mount, there judge if fit and Recoiled-and wings alone could travel- right, there

In simple democratic majesty : I move at ease, and meet contending themes Soft breezes fanning your rough browsThat press upon me, crossing the career the might

(sight! Of recollections vivid as the dreams And purity of nature spread before your Of midnight, --cities--plains-forests-and mighty streams.

From this appropriate court, renowned

(cheers Where mortal never breathed I dare to sit Calls me to pace her honoured bridget that Among the interior Alps, gigantic crew, The patriot's heart with pictures rude and Who triumphed o'er diluvian power !-and stern, yet

An uncouth chronicle of glorious years. What are they but a wreck and residue, Like portraiture, from loftier source, enWhose only business is to perish ?-true dears To which sad course, these wrinkled sons That work of kindred frame, which spans of time

the lake Labour their proper greatness to subdue; Just at the point of issue, where it iears Speaking of death alone, beneath a clime The form and motion of a stream to take ; Where life and rapture flow in plenitude Where it begins to stir, yet voiceless as a sublime.

snake. Fancy hath flung for me an airy bridge

Volumes of sound, from the cathedralrolled, Across thy long deep valley, furious Rhone! This long-roofed vista penetrate-but see, Arch that here rests upon the granite ridge Of Monte Rosa-there on frailer stone

+ Sarnen, one of the two capitals of the CanOf secondary birth-the Jungfrau's cone ;

ton of Underwalden; the spot here alluded to And, from that arch, down-looking on the is close to the town, and is called the Landenvale

berg, from the tyrant of that name, whose chaThe aspect I behold of every zone ;

teau formerly stood there. On the ist of Janu. A sea of foliage tossing with the gale, ary, 1308, the great day which the confederated Blithe autumn's purple crown, and winter's country, all the castles of the governors were

heroes had chosen for the deliverance of their icy mail !

taken by force or stratagem; and the tyrants

themselves conducted, with their creatures, to Faras St. Maurice, from yon eastern forks, the frontiers, after having witnessed the destruc Down the main avenue my sight can range: Landenberg has been the place where the legis

tion of their strongholds. From that time the And all its branchy vales, and all that lurks lators of this division of the Canton assemble. Within them, church, and town, and huts The site, which is well described by Ebel, is and grange,

one of the most beautiful in Switzerland. For my enjoyment meet in vision strange ; The bridges of Lucerne are roofed, and Snows--torrents ;-to the region's utmost open at the sides, so that the passenger has, at bound,

the same time the benefit of shade, and a view Life, death, in amicable interchange

of the magnificent country. The pictures are But list! the avalanche-the hush profound history on the cathedral-bridge, amount, accor:

attached to the rasters : those from Scripture That follows, yet more awful than that ding to my notes to 240. Subjects from the Old awful sound !

Testament face the passenger as he goes towards the cathedral, and those from the New as he returns. The pictures on these bridges, as well

as those in most other parts of Switzerland, are * Les Fourches, the point at which the two not to be spoken of as works of art ; but they chains of mountains part, that inclose the Va. are instruments admirably answering the purpose lais, which terminates at St. Maurice. for which they were designed.

One after one, its tablets, that unfold Bold spirit! who art free to rove
The whole desiga of Scripture history ; Among the starry courts of Jove,
From the first tasting of the fatal tree,

And oft in splendour dost appear
Till the bright star appeared in eastern Embodied to poetic eyes,

While traversing this nether sphere, Announcing ONE was born mankind to free; Where mortals call thee Enterprise. His acts, his wrongs, his final sacrifice; Daughter of Hope ! her favourite child Lessons for every heart, a Bible for all eyes. Whom she to young Ambition bore,

When hunter's arrow first defiled Our pride misleads, our timid likings kill.

The grove, and stained the turf with gore ; Long may these homely works devised of Thee winged Fancy took, and nursed old,

On broad Euphrates' palmy shore, These simple efforts of Helvetian skill,

Or where the mightier waters burst Aid, with congenial influence, to uphold

From caves of Indian mountains hoar ! The state,--the country's destiny to mould ; She wrapped thee in a panther's skin ; Turning, for them who pass, the common And thou, whose earliest thoughts held dear dust

Allurements that were edged with fear, Of servile opportunity to gold;

(The food that pleased thee best, to win) Filling the soul with sentiments august

From rocky fortress in mid air The beautiful, the brave, the holy, and the The flame-eyed eagle oft wouldst scare

With infant shout, -as often sweep, just !

Paired with the ostrich, o'er the plain ; No more ;-time halts not in his noiseless Upon the couchant lion's mane !

And, tired with sport, wouldst sink asleep march

[flood; With rolling years thy strength increased ; Nor turns, nor winds, as doth the liquid And, far beyond thy native East, Life slips from underneath us, like that arch To thee, by varying titles known, Of airy workmanship whereon we stood, Earth' stretched below, heaven in our Did incense-bearing altars rise,

As variously thy power was shown, neighbourhood. Go forth, my little book! pursue thy way; From suppliants panting for the skies !

Which caught the blaze of sacrifice, Go forth, and please the gentle and the good;

What though this ancient earth be trod Nor be a whisper stifled, if it say

No more by step of demi-god,
That treasures, yet untouched, may grace Mounting from glorious deed to deed
some future lay.

As thou from clime to clime didst lead,
Yet still, the bosom beating high,
And the hushed farewell of an eye

Where no procrastinating gaze

A last infirmity betrays,

Prove that thy heaven-descended sway KEEP for the young the impassioned smile Shall ne'er submit to cold decay. Shed from thy countenance, as I see thee By thy divinity impelled, stand

The stripling seeks the tented field ; High on a chalky cliff of Britain's Isle, The aspiring virgin kneels; and, pale A slender volume grasping in thy hand- With awe, receives the hallowed veil, (Perchance the pages that relate

A soft and tender heroine The various turns of Crusoe's fate). Vowed to severer discipline ; Ah! spare the exulting smile,

Inflamed by thee, the blooming boy And drop thy pointing finger bright Makes of the whistling shrouds a toy, As the first flash of beacon-light;

And of the ocean's dismal breast But neither veil thy head in shadows dim, A playground and a couch of rest; Nor turn thy face away

Thou to his dangers dost enchain, From one who, in the evening of his day, Mid the blank world of snow and ice, To thee would offer no presumptuous hymn! The chamois-chaser, awed in vain

By chasm or dizzy precipice ;
This poem having risen out of the “Italian And hast thou not with iriumph seen
Itinerant," etc., (page 1977, it is here annexed. How soaring mortals glide serene

From cloud to cloud, and brave the light | It quivers—and is still ;
With bolder than Icarian flight ?

Or to forget their madness and their woes, Dr, in their bells of crystal dive

Wrapt in a winding-sheet of spotless snows! Where winds and waters cease to strive, For no unholy visitings,

Back flows the willing current of my song: Among the monsters of the deep,

If to provoke such doom the impious dare. And all the sad and precious things Why should it daunt a blameless prayer ? Which there in ghastly silence sleep; Bold goddess ! range our youth among ; Within our fearless reach are placed Nor let thy genuine impulse fail to beat The secrets of the burning waste,

In hearts no longer young ; Egyptian tombs unlock their dead, Still may a veteran few have pride Nile trembles at his fountain head ; In thoughts whose sternness makes them Thou speak'st—and lo! the polar seas

sweet ; Unbosom their last mysteries.

In fixed resolves by reason justified ; But oh! what transports, what sublime That to their object cleave like sleet reward,

[prepare Whitening a pine-tree's northern side, Won from the world of mind, dost thou While fields are naked far and wide. For philosophic sage--or high-souled bard Who, for thy service trained in lonely But, if such homage thou disdain woods,

(air, As doth with mellowing years agree, Hath fed on pageants floating through the One rarely absent from thy train Or calentured in depth of limpid floods ; More humble favours may obtain Nor grieves—though doomed, through For thy contented votary. silent night, to bear

She, who incites the frolic lambs The domination of his glorious themes, In presence of their heedless dams, Or struggle in the net-work of thy dreams! And to the solitary fawn

Vouchsafes her lessons-bounteous nymph If there be movements in the patriot's soul. That wakes the breeze-the sparkling lymph From source still deeper, and of higher Doth hurry to the lawn; worth,

(control, She, who inspires that strain of joyance holy Tis thine the quickening impulse to which the sweet bird, misnamed the And in due season send the mandate forth ; melancholy

(for me; Thy call an abject nation can restore, Pours forth in shady groves, shall plead When but a single mind resolves to crouch And vernal mornings opening bright

With views of undefined delight,

And cheerful songs, and suns that shine Dread minister of wrath !

On busy days, with thankful nights, bu Who to their destined punishment dost

mine. urge

[hardened heart ! The Pharaohs of the earth, the men of But thou, O goddess ! in thy favourite isle Not unassisted by the flattering stars, (Freedom's impregnable redoubt, Thou strew'st temptation o'er the path The wide earth's store-house fenced about Wher they in pomp depart,

With breakers roaring to the gales With trampling horses and refulgent cars, That stretch a thousand thousand sails) Soon to be swallowed by the briny surge : Quicken the slothful, and exalt the vile ! Or cast, tor lingering death, on unknown Thy impulse is thy life of fame ; strands :

Glad hope would almost cease to be Or stifled under weight of desert sands- If torn from thy soci An army now, and now a living hill And love, when worthiest of the name, Heaving with convulsive throes,

Is proud to walk the earth with thee !

no more.

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