snare; He led to the altar Gudruna the fair; The morrow he rode to the battle afar, His friend reaps the harvest his valour has won, Ere Odin cast o'er her the magical trance. song, With wassail his liegemen the nuptials prolong, She remember'd young Sigurd, and curs'd her she lay, To sulleu despair and dark horror a prey. "Awake, fair Brynhilda, behold the bright The flowers in the forest are laughing and gay. Concluded in our next. And, like an angel, to the skies Still seems to beckon me! Where Kirtle-waters gently wind, Took deadly aim at me: On fair Kirkconnell-Lee! 276 I curse the hand by which she fell--- And tore my love from me Ah! what avails it that, amain, O! when I'm sleeping in my grave, New Mon. Meg From the New Monthly Magazine. By Mr. C. P. WEBR. H lady, buy these budding flow'rs, Poor me and my young sister Ellen! They have no heart for woes like mine, them; To-morrow's sun shall see them dead, 277] And I've no food to carry there, : To soothe the tears she will be shedding; Oh that those mourners' tears which fall--That bell which heavily is kuelling--And that deep grave, were meant for me, And my poor little sister Ellen! When we in silence are laid down, Poetry. Save those of pitying heav'n's own weeping: Unknown we've liv'd, unknown must die,No tongue the mournful tale be telling, Of two young, broken-hearted girls--Poor Mary and her sister Ellen! No one has bought of me to-day, And Night is now the town o'ershading, It loathes its wretched earthly dwelling! III. Though thou seest me not pass by, And a magic voice and verse Hath begirt thee with a snare; From thy false tears I did distil [278 From thy own smile I snatched the snake For there it coil'd as in a brake; From thy own lip I drew the charm I found the strongest was thine own. By thy cold breast and serpent smile, Which pass'd for human thine own heart; And on thy head I pour the vial Though thy death shall still seem near Lo! the spell now works around thee, Hath the word been pass'd-now wither! From La Belle Assemblcé. OH! weep not, sweet maid, though the bright tear of beauty To kindred emotion each feeling beguiles: The softness of sorrow no magic can borrow, To vie with the splendour of beauty in smiles. Man roves thro' creation a wandering stranger, A dupe to its follies a slave to its toils; But bright o'er the billow of doubt and of danger, The rainbow of promise is beauty in smiles. A the rays of the sun o'er the bosom of Nature, Renew ev'ry flow'r which the tempest despoils; So joy's faded blossom in man's aching bosom, The song of the poet, the dream of the lover, i London Literary Information. 280 By some soft morn, and questing sweets in vain, Ere spring hath hung her blossoms on the bowers, Swarm round the lonely violet's opening flowers. As press'd th' exulting throngs with fren- The timorous yield, the feebler are displaced; Yields the full helmet to the mother's hands: To hush her fainting cherub's moaning cries. LONDON INTELLIGENCE IN LITERATURE, AND THE ARTS AND A new printing press, or printing engine, to be provided for till they can qualify themselves for new employments. A collection of Fairy Tales is about to be published by TABART,of the Juvenile Library. In Poetry, may be noticed a very promising small volume by Mr. NEELE; it is entitled, Odes and other Poems. The author is avowedly a disciple of Collins, and worthy to be so, though attempts in the line of pure abstraction are more than commonly critical, for, if not very good, they are unbearable, and but few are privileged to visit the world of shadows. Mr. Neele says that his is a bold attempt, but, like a man of true genius, he declines either apology or claim to indulgence. The world, he very justly observes, neither attends to the one or the other; and it is certain that, in reference to works of imagination, the world acts exactly as it ought to do. Mr. Neele is young, and, though this is his first performance, few first performances are so promising. An Ode to Despair is peculiarly fine; the same may be observed of one to Time. An Address to Allegory is also very bland, beautiful, and ingenious. In the mean time, this young and very promising poet must be informed of the positive opinion of most critics, that the walk he has chosen is more bounded than he imagines, and that the bard who excels in it can seldom fill volumes without having recourse to human hopes, fears, and affections.---Mon. M. Mr. MURRAY has succeeded in fusing two Emeralds into one uniform mass, also two Sapphires into one, by the compressed mixture of the gaseous constituents of water in the oxibydrogene blow-pipe. Mr. MURRAY had published in the contemporaneous number of the Philosophical Magazine, (with that of the Annals of Philosophy, in which Mr. EO. Sym alludes to the same phenomenon,) that flame is a hollw cone, and its interior might be seen by pressing the apex by means of a piece of glass. Major RENNELL will soon publish a quarto volume of Illustrations of the History of the Expedition of the Younger Cyrus, and Retreat of the Ten Thousand Greeks, with explanatory maps. There has lately been found, in a temple at Pompeia, a stone, on which are engraved the linear measures of the Romaus. Wat Tyler, a Dramatic Poem, by Robert Southey, is publishen. WH HEN I last bade you farewel, was on the frontiers of this wonderful country. I informed you that it was our intention to traverse Switzerland en pélerin: this project we did not aban sistent and becoming cordiality of Protestants and Catholics. We breakfasted at the Verrières Suisse; and here it was that our hostess acquainted us with the existence of these feelings, sc amiable, so wise, so just, so orthodoxical! I listened to her with more interest when she acquainted me that she had don. been a resident of the valley of Travers From Pontarlier, a winding road con- nearly half a century—that she had a perducted us thro' a valley, which resembled fect recollection of Rousseau, who was no scenery that we had yet beheld, altho' once a visitor of these delightful scenesmany views in Franche Comté are truly that he had often frequented her house— Alpine; and, after passing the last vil- that he would enter it sometimes, and lage of France, called the Verrières de hastily desire to be shewn to a chamber Joux, we entered the first of Switzer- where he could remain undisturbed ; and land, called the Verrières Suisse. The that she conducted him, upon these occafrontier is indicated by a tree on the sions, to a room, the door of which she right-hand side of the road, and by a opened as she spoke: in this chamber he parapet-wall of stone, which runs up the often wrote, or rested himself during his mountain on the left. Perhaps a hundred rambles. and fifty yards do not divide these villa- As we advanced into the valley, the ges, yet are the residents of them separa- wildness and irregularity which characted, as wide as the poles asunder, by sen- terised the precipitous ascents on either timents and by religion-the Catholic side, disappeared; the sides of the mounbeing that of the Verrières de Joux, and tains became more smooth and verdant; the Protestant that of the Verrières Suisse. dark woods of spruce-fir hung on them, How incontrovertibly does this prove or covered their summits on our right; that the religion of an individual is not and these, excepting the hardy juniper, adopted as the result of wise and mature deliberation, but that it originates in birth, circumstance, or accident! Altho' the residents of a valley, where every object is calculated to exalt and humanize, yet do they hate each other with the conEng. Mag. Vol. I. X were their only decorations; but the opposite side of the vale, which is exposed to a southern sun, and a milder atmosphere, was, for the most part, richly adorned with ash, beech, hornbeam, and maple. 283] Swiss Scenery.-The Valley of Travers. [284 The scenery, as we continued our and beautiful! How frequently must route, underwent but little variation un- language fail when we are traversing til our near approach to St. Sulpice, mountains, forests and torrents! how when the valley almost closed, and a frequently must interjectional exclamanarrow winding road only was left be- tions intrude, and prove that the lips and tween the mountains, which here be- the pen are powerless when they attempt came rocky and almost perpendicular, to describe scenes like those of the valley and assumed forms of peculiar wildness. of Travers. On reading what I have The trees which accompanied us were written, I feel so conscious of the colourfew and small; scarcely any thing but less descriptions which I have attempted underwood broke the ruggedness of this to picture, that I almost regret the promise ravine. We seated ourselves on some which I had the rashness to make you in pieces of rock, which lay on the side of person; how unwise, how presumptuous, the road, and contemplated this scene of was I when I trusted that admiration savage nature. would generate capacity, and that, by my sketches of Alpine scenery, I could make you, in imagination, the companion of my route! A peasant now passed;--we requested him to direct as to the source of the Reuse, which we had reason to believe was not far distant: in a few minutes We had only to mention the name of we deviated from the road by a precipi- Rousseau-the descendants of his cotemtous descent on our left. The dashing poraries are well acquainted with the for of the water indicated our approach to mer residence of the philosopher; we the object of our curiosity, and we soon were conducted to it. The house has beheld the Reuse rushing into its foam- nothing to distinguish it; it is at present ing bed, from the base of two precipices the residence of an accoucheuse, who is of entire rock, of immense magnitude, highly respected throughout the valley, The sight and sound communicated a as much on account of her skill as the new feeling-deep-delicious-intense: benevolence of her disposition; her name since I have become a wanderer of the is Bossu. mountains, I have discovered that my love of nature, however ardent, was but which I experienced on beholding the It is not easy to express the feelings a childish affection, compared with the once cherished residence of Rousseau. Its maturity of passion which now transports appearance is as unobtrusive as the rest my existence. The Reuse, and the of the humble dwellings of this village: mountain-pass, were the first objects it is a corner-house; and the ascent to which deeply affected us on entering that part of it which Rousseau inhabited Switzerland. is by a flight of covered stairs, raised The valley now reassumed its verdure against one side of the house; at the top and beauty, and we passed the pretty of the staircase is the entrance to the village of Fleurier, on our way to Mo- apartments of Rousseau. The first room tiers, where Rousseau lived during three was appropriated to culinary purposes, years of his eventful life: it was from and the adjoining room to the kitchen, this retreat that he was driven by the to the right of the entrance, was the malice and persecution of the minister, chamber of the gouvernante, Therese. Montmollin, and those villagers who Opposite to the door of entrance is the "professed and called themselves Chris- room in which Rousseau slept and stutians," in consequence of the sentiments died, and in which were composed some contained in the Léttres écrites de la of his most celebrated productions: in Montagne. The situation of Motiers is this chamber is preserved the desk, condelightful; I do not wonder that "the sisting of a deal board, suspended by man of nature and oftruth" selected it- small hinges to the wall, at which he used in doing so, and publishing his Léttres to stand and write. The room, which had de la Montagne, he proved himself wor- been left almost unaltered, even in its thy of this appellation, and his sincerity furniture, since Rousseau's decease, has cost him almost his life. It must have been lately white-washed. At the top deeply afflicted him to quit this valley- of, and opposite, the covered staircase, all sounds, all objects, here, are quiescent leading to the apartments, is a gallery |