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THE SOURCE OF THE DANUBE.*
Nor, like his great compeers, indignantly
Slips from his prison walls: and Fancy, free
To fix in heaven her shape distinct with stars.
NEAR THE OUTLET OF THE LAKE OF THUN.
MEINES FREUNDES ALOYS REDING
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 flagitious and too successful attempt of Buonaparte to subjugate their country.
AROUND a wild and woody hill
We reached a votive Stone that bears
Well judged the Friend who placed it there
For silence and protection;
And haply with a finer care
Of dutiful affection.
The Sun regards it from the West; And, while in summer glory
He sets, his sinking yields a type Of that pathetic story:
* Before this quarter of the Black Forest was inhabited, the source of the Danube might have suggested some of those sublime images which Armstrong has so finely described; at present, the contrast is most striking. The spring appears in a capacious stone basin in front of a Ducal palace, with a pleasure-ground opposite; 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.
And Idleness in tatters mendicant
The strain should flow-free fancy to enthral,
THE FALL OF THE AAR-HANDEC. FROM the fierce aspect of this River throwing His giant body o'er the steep rock's brink, Back in astonishment and fear we shrink: But, gradually a calmer look bestowing, Flowers we espy beside the torrent growing; Flowers that peep forth from many a cleft and chink, And, from the whirlwind of his anger, drink Hues ever fresh, in rocky fortress blowing: They suck, from breath that threatening to destroy, Is more benignant than the dewy eve, Beauty, and life, and motions as of joy: Nor doubt but HE to whom yon Pine-trees nod Their heads in sign of worship, Nature's God, These humbler adorations will receive.
SCENE ON THE LAKE OF BRIENTZ.
A mortal hymn, or shaped the choir,
"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 chanted to Streams and Fountains in Pagan times. Mr. Southey has thus accurately characterised the peculiarity of this music: "While we were at the Waterfall, some half-score peasants, chiefly women and girls, assembled just out of reach of the Spring, and set up, surely the wildest chorus that ever was heard by human 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." 2 L
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;
ON HEARING THE "RANZ DES VACHES," ON THE TOP OF THE PASS OF ST. GOTHARD.
* 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 : the laws of their governors.
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, soclusion 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.
For victory shaped an open space,
The Ruins of Fort Fuentes form the crest of a rocky emi nence that rises from the plain at the bead 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 ex pected from the breaking up of the storm, steeped in celestial glory, yet in communion with clouds floating or stationaryscatterings 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 bas 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 coverea 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 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
The desolate Slumberer with moss and with leaves.
*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
Now that the farewell tear is dried,
The graceful form of milk-white steed,
But thou, perhaps, (alert and free
Whether thou choose this useful part,
Recall a Sister's last embrace,
His Mother's neck entwine;
Nor shall forget the Maiden coy
My Song, encouraged by the grace That beams from his ingenuous face, For this Adventurer scruples not
To prophesy a golden lot;
Due recompense, and safe return
- Oh might he tempt that Goatherd-child
As with a rapture caught from heaven,
PART IL 1.
WITH nodding plumes, and lightly drest
On their Descendants shedding grace,