The bridge of Wettingen, celebrated as the last work of Ulric Grubenman, suspended over the Limmat by an arch of timber two hundred and forty feet over, was destroyed by the French. It was covered with a hange werk or pent-house, as usual in Switzerland—a style of finish totally destructive of picturesque effect. But it must have been the widest arch in the World, excepting that which has been thrown two hundred and forty-four feet over the river Piscataqua, in New Hampshire, by Timothy Palmer-another selftaught Architect; since it somewhat exceeded the justly boasted iron bridge of Sunderland in Great Britain.*

As

The Pont y Pridd, sprung over the river Taafe, in Wales, by William Edward, in 1750, is supposed to be the boldest stone arch in the world-its chord is one hundred and forty feet.

As we passed through Hindelbanck, we stopped to see the famous tomb whose striking design has given it a celebrity to which its execution could not entitle it. The Wife of a Pastor of the village, happening to die in child-bed, while an eminent Statuary was employed in erecting a monument for a Person of Quality, he conceived the sublime idea of representing the Mother, bursting through a flat tomb stone, at the sound of the last trum pet, and exclaiming as she ascends to glcry with the Child in her arms,

Herr! hier bin ich, und das kind so du mir gegeben hast.

Strangers now rarely pass through the town of Hindelbanck without inquiring

* Lord! here am I, and the Child which thou hast given me.

for

for the tomb of Madame Langhans: but the mausoleum of Count d'Erlach would never have been heard of, had it not been for the beautiful idea to which it accidentally gave birth.

Berne I had seen before, and the houses looked as dark, and the streets as solitary, as ever, the few Passengers there are being hid by the low arcades, on which the houses are erected. It is almost surrounded by the Aar, and from the battlements of the town you see the snowy peaks of Jungfrauhorn, Schreckhorn, and Wetterhorn, rising like white clouds, upon the distant horizon.

The public walk rises a hundred feet perpendicular, over the rimpling stream; yet we were told that a Man had once fallen from

from the parapet-or jumped over itwithout breaking his neck.

Society is on an agreeable footing at Berne, it being the residence of a number of genteel Families who assemble every afternoon, at each other's houses, and receive Strangers without reserve, to give a zest to their domestic amusements: for the occupations of commerce are deemed degrading by the petty Lords of Berne, and most of them have been long enough in Foreign service to have a relish for political inquiries.

Criminals are employed at Berne, in useful labour, to defray the expenses of their maintenance; but with too little regard to their own feelings or the sensibility of Others, which are equally wounded

by

by the unnecessary exposure of the unfortunate Objects of public justice.

In the town-ditch was formerly exhibited a sight less offensive to the feelings of humanity-A succession of Alpine Bears, the symbols, or the supporters, of the arms of Berné, had been kept up from time immemorial. They were cherished with religious care, as the palladium of the State-But, like the Eagles of Geneva, the Bears of Berne have long since changed their native skies for the menagerie of Paris; where the Gallic Cock claps his new-fledged wings, and crows over all the beasts in Europewhether rampant, or couchant, upon the field of honour.

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