Breathed thy mercy to implore, Where these troubled waters roar! Saviour, in thy image, seen Bleeding on that precious Rood; If, while through the meadows green Gently wound the peaceful flood, We forgot Thee, do not Thou Disregard thy Suppliants now! Hither, like yon ancient Tower Watching o'er the River's bed, Fling the shadow of thy power, Else we sleep among the Dead; Thou who trod'st the billowy Sea, Shield us in our jeopardy! Guide our Bark among the waves; Through the rocks our passage smooth; Where the whirlpool frets and raves Let thy love its anger soothe: All our hope is placed in Thee; Miserere Domine!! THE SOURCE OF THE DANUBE. 2 NOT, like his great compeers, indignantly When the first Ship sailed for the golden Fleece, To bear in heaven a shape distinct with stars. MEMORIAL, NEAR THE OUTLET OF THE LAKE OF THUN. DEM ANDENKEN MEINES FREUNDES ALOYS REDING MDCCCXVIII. Aloys Reding, it will be remembered, was Captain General of the Swiss forces, which, with a courage and perseverance worthy of the cause, opposed the Bagitious and too successful attempt of Bonaparte to subjugate their country. AROUND a wild and woody hill We reached a votive Stone that bears ON APPROACHING THE STAUB-BACH, TRACKS let me follow far from human-kind posite; then, passing under the pavement, takes the form of a little, clear, bright, black, vigorous rill, barely wide enough to tempt the agility of a child five years old to leap over it,-and entering the Garden, it joins, after a course of a few hundred yards, a Stream much more considerable than itself. The copiousness of the Spring at Doneschingen must have procured for it the honour of being named the Source of the Danube. 1 The Staub-bach is a narrow Stream, which, after a long course on the heights, comes to the sharp edge of a somewhat overhanging precipice, overleaps it with a bound, and, after a fall of 930 feet, forms again a rivulet. The vocal powers of these musical Beggars may seem to be exaggerated; but this wild and savage air was 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 services chaunted to Streams and Fountains in Pagan times. Mr Southey has thus accurately characterised the peculiarity of this music: While we were at the Water Ser the beautiful Song in Mr Coleridge's Tragedy The Remorse. fall, some half-score peasants, chiefly women and girls, assembled Why is the Harp of Quantock silent? Before this quarter of the Black Forest was inhabited, the Louro of the Danube might have suggested some of those sublime images which Armstrong has so finely described; at prosent, the contrast is most striking. The Spring appears in a capacious stone Basin upon the front of a Ducal palace, with a pleasure-ground op just out of reach of the Spring, and set up,-surely, the wildest chorus that ever was heard by buman ears,-a song not of articulate sounds, but in which the voice was used as a mere instrument of music, more flexible than any which art could produce, -sweet, powerful, and thrilling beyond description. See Notes to A Tale of Paraguay. Where only Nature tunes her voice to teach That drives some vessel tow'rd a dangerous beach) The strain should flow-enjoyment to enthral, THE FALL OF THE AAR.-HANDEC. Flowers that peep forth from many a cleft and chink, Nor doubt but He to whom yon Pine-trees nod SCENE ON THE LAKE OF BRIENTZ. « WHAT know we of the blest above A mortal hymn, or shaped the choir, Each slumbering on some mountain's head), ENGELBERG, THE HILL OF ANGELS. FOR gentlest uses, oft-times Nature takes As renders needless spells and magic wands, The Convent whose site was pointed out, according to tradition, in this manner, is seated at its base. The Architecture of the Building is unimpressive, but the situation is worthy of the honour which the imagination of the Mountaineers has conferred upon it. With intermingling motions soft and still, Hlung round its top, on wings that changed their hues at will. Clouds do not name those Visitants; they were Sung from that heavenly ground in middle air, My ears did listen, 't was enough to gaze; Whose skirts the glowing Mountain thirsted to detain! OUR LADY OF THE SNOW. MEEK Virgin Mother, more benign These crowded Offerings as they hang Even these, without intent of theirs, To Thee, in this aërial cleft, And hence, O Virgin Mother mild! Though plenteous flowers around thee blow, Of winter, but the storms of life, EFFUSION Which, heard in foreign lands, the Swiss affect With tenderest passion; leaving him to pine IN PRESENCE OF THE PAINTED TOWER OF TELL, AT (So fame reports) and die; his sweet-breathed kine ALTORF. This Tower is said to stand upon the spot where grew the Linden Tree against which his Son was placed, when the Father's archery was put to proof under circumstances so famous in Swiss History. WHAT though the Italian pencil wrought not here, But when that calm Spectatress from on high And snow-fed torrents, which the blaze of noon While, on the warlike groups, the mellowing lustre falls. How blest the souls who when their trials come But face like that sweet Boy their mortal doom, THE TOWN OF SCHWYTZ. By antique Fancy trimmed-though lowly, bred Or jealous Nature ruling in her stead; And, therefore, art thou blest with peace, serene ON HEARING THE RANZ DES VACHES » ON THE TOP OF THE PASS OF ST GOTHARD. I LISTEN-but no faculty of mine 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. Remembering, and green Alpine pastures decked 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 sea-like 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. THOU Sacred Pile! whose turrets rise From yon steep Mountain's loftiest stage, On Horeb's top, on Sinai, deigned Cliffs, fountains, rivers, seasons, times, Glory, and patriotic Love, And all the Pomps of this frail «< spot Religion in the sainted grove, Thither, in time of adverse shocks, He, too, of battle-martyrs chief! 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 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 every where 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, 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 caim 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, While the thrill of her fifes through the mountains was blown: Now gads the wild vine o'er the pathless Ascent- Our tumults appeased, and our strifes passed away!— Arnold Winkelreid, 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. THE ITALIAN ITINERANT, AND THE SWISS GOATHERD. ᏢᎪᎡᎢ 1. Now that the farewell tear is dried, Heaven prosper thee, be hope thy guide! Whether for London bound-to trill The graceful form of milk-white steed, But thou, perhaps, (alert and free Though robbed of many a cherished dream, Yet will the Wanderer sometimes pine His Mother's neck entwine; Nor shall forget the Maiden coy That would have loved the bright-haired Boy! My Song, encouraged by the grace Due recompense, and safe return As with a rapture caught from heaven, PART II. WITH nodding plumes, and lightly drest On their Descendants shedding grace, But Truth inspired the Bards of old Be won for feeble Innocence Father of All! though wilful Manhood read Grant to the morn of life its natural blessedness! THE LAST SUPPER, BY LEONARDO DA VINCI, IN THE REFECTORY OF THE TROUGH searching damps and many an envious flaw The Elements; as they do melt and thaw The heart of the Beholder-and erase (At least for one rapt moment) every trace Of disobedience to the primal law. This picture of the Last Supper has not only been grievously injured by time, but parts are said to have been painted over again. These niceties may be left to connoisseurs.-I speak of it as I felt. The copy exhibited in London some years ago, and the engraving by Morghen, are both admirable; but in the original is a power which neither of those works has attained, or even approached. The Statues ranged round the Spire and along the roof of the Cathedral of Milan, have been found fault with by Persons whose exclusive taste is unfortunate for themselves. It is true that the same expense and labour, judiciously directed to purposes more strictly architectural, might have much heightened the general effect of the building; for, seen from the ground, the Statues appear diminutive. But the coup d'ail, from the best point of view, which is half way up the Spire, must strike an unprejudiced Person with admiration; and surely the selection and arrangement of the Figures is exquisitely fitted to support the religion of the Country in the imaginations and feelings of the Spectator. It was with great pleasure that I saw, |