Pain entered through a ghastly breach-
Nor while sin lasts must effort cease;

Well judged the Friend who placed it Heaven upon earth's an empty boast;

XVII.

SCENE ON THE LAKE OF BRIENTZ.
"WHAT know we of the Blest above
But that they sing and that they love?"
Yet, if they ever did inspire

A mortal hymn, or shaped the choir,
Now, where those harvest-Damsels float
Homeward in their rugged Boat,
(While all the ruffling winds are fled-
Each slumbering on some mountain's
head),

Now, surely, hath that gracious aid
Been felt, that influence is displayed.
Pupils of Heaven, in order stand
The rustic Maidens, every hand
Upon a Sister's shoulder laid,-
To chant, as glides the boat along,
A simple, but a touching, song;
To chant, as Angels do above,
The melodies of Peace in love!

XVIII.

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And watch the slow departure of the train,

Whose skirts the glowing Mountain thirsted to detain.

XIX.

OUR LADY OF THE SNOW.

MEEK Virgin Mother, more benign
Than fairest Star, upon the height
Of thy own mountain2, set to keep
Lone vigils through the hours of sleep
What eye can look upon thy shrine
Untroubled at the sight?

These crowded offerings as they hang
In sign of misery relieved,

Even these, without intent of theirs, 15 Report of comfortless despairs,

ENGELBERG, THE HILL OF ANGELS1.
FOR gentlest uses, oft-times Nature takes
The work of Fancy from her willing
hands;

And such a beautiful creation makes

Of many a deep and cureless pang
And confidence deceived.

To Thee, in this aerial cleft,
As to a common centre, tend
All sufferers that no more rely
On mortal succour-all who sigh
And pine, of human hope bereft,
Nor wish for earthly friend.

And hence, O Virgin Mother mild!

As renders needless spells and magic Though plenteous flowers around the

wands,

And for the boldest tale belief commands.
When first mine eyes beheld that famous

Hill

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The sacred ENGELBERG, celestial Bands,
With intermingling motions soft and still,
Hung round its top, on wings that

changed their hues at will.

Clouds do not name those Visitants; they were

ΙΟ

The very Angels whose authentic lays, Sung from that heavenly ground in middle air,

blow,

Not only from the dreary strife
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,
But down the irriguous valley hies,
O'er blooming fields and gushing spring
Thy very name, O Lady! flings,
A tender sense of shadowy fear,
And chastening sympathies!
Nor falls that intermingling shade

Made known the spot where piety should To summer-gladsomeness unkind :

raise

It chastens only to requite

With gleams of fresher, purer, light;
While, o'er the flower-enamelled glade.
More sweetly breathes the wind.

2 Mount Righi.

such fine skill as did the meed bestow Marathonian valour, yet the tear ings forth in presence of this gaudy show,

nile narrow cares their limits overflow. rice happy, burghers, peasants, warriors old,

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ants in arms, and ye, that as ye go meward or schoolward, ape what ye behold;

roes before your time, in frolic fancy

bold!

But face like that sweet Boy their mortal

doom,

Whose head the ruddy apple tops, while he

Expectant stands beneath the linden tree:

He quakes not like the timid forest game, But smiles-the hesitating shaft to free; Assured that Heaven its justice will proclaim, 26

And to his Father give its own unerring aim.

XXI.

THE TOWN OF SCHWYTZ.

BY
To dignity-in thee, O SCHWYTZ! are seen
The genuine features of the golden mean;
Equality by Prudence governed,

antique Fancy trimmed-though
lowly, bred

Or jealous Nature ruling in her stead; 5
And, therefore, art thou blest with peace,

serene

As that of the sweet fields and meadows green

In unambitious compass round thee spread.

Majestic BERNE, high on her guardian
steep,

Holding a central station of command, 10
Might well be styled this noble body's
HEAD;

when that calm Spectatress from Thou, lodged 'mid mountainous entrenchon high

ΙΟ

ks down-the bright and solitary Moon,

o never gazes but to beautify;

d snow-fed torrents, which the blaze

ile on the warlike groups the mellowing lustre falls.

ments deep,

Its HEART; and ever may the heroic Land Thy name, O SCHWYTZ, in happy freedom keep1!

1 Nearly 500 years (says Ebel, speaking of the French Invasion) had elapsed, when, for the first

# blest the souls who when their time, foreign soldiers were seen upon the fron

trials come

tiers of this small Canton, to impose upon it the laws of their governors.

How

ing in great beauty. While descending,
discovered on the ground, apart from
path, and at a considerable distance from
ruined Chapel, a statue of a Child in på
white marble, uninjured by the explosion
had driven it so far down the hill.
tle," we exclaimed, "are these things val
here! Could we but transport this pretty Im
to our own garden!"-Yet it seemed it wo
have been a pity any one should remove it f
its couch in the wilderness, which may be
own for hundreds of years.-Extract fr
Journal.

DREAD hour! when, upheaved by wa
sulphurous blast,

This sweet-visaged Cherub of Par

stone

So far from the holy enclosure was cast
To couch in this thicket of bramb

alone,

To rest where the lizard may bask in palm

Of his half-open hand pure from blem

or speck;

And the green, gilded snake, with troubling the calm

Of the beautiful countenance, t

round his neck;

Where haply (kind service to Piety da
When winter the grove of its man

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 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 FUENTES once harboured the good and

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 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 covered or adorned with a variety of flowers, among which the rose-coloured pink was grow

bereaves,

Some bird (like our own honoured breast) may strew

The desolate Slumberer with moss with leaves.

brave,

Thither, in time of adverse shocks,

Of fainting hopes and backward wills,
Did mighty Tell repair of old-

HE CHURCH OF SAN SALVADOR. A Hero cast in Nature's mould,

zzling waters, seclusion and confinement of THE ITALIAN ITINERANT, AND THE

Now that the farewell tear is dried,
Heaven prosper thee, be hope thy guide!
Hope be thy guide, adventurous Boy;
The wages of thy travel, joy!
Whether for London bound-to trill
Thy mountain notes with simple skill;
Or on thy head to poise a show

5 Of Images in seemly row;