my eye and cheek open with a misdirected pebble-ure, or pursuit-'sdeath! I'll none of it.' He told 'Never mind, my lord, the scar will be gone before me an odd report; that I am the actual Conrad, the the season;' as if one's eye was of no importance in veritable Corsair, and that part of my travels are the mean time. supposed to have passed in piracy. Um! people "Lord Erskine called, and gave me his famous sometimes hit near the truth; but never the whole pamphlet, with a marginal note and corrections in truth. H. don't know what I was about the year his handwriting. Sent it to be bound superbly, and after he left the Levant; nor does any one-norshall treasure it. nor-nor-however, it is a lie; but, I doubt the "Sent my fine print of Napoleon to be framed.-equivocation of the fiend that lies like truth!' It is framed; and the emperor becomes his robes "I shall have letters of importance to-morrow.— as if he had been hatched in them. Which, **, or heigho is in my heart, "March 7. ** in my head, ** in my eye, and the single one, "Rose at seven-ready by half-past eight-went heaven knows where. All write, and will be anto Mr. Hanson's, Berkley square-went to church swered. 'Since I have crept in favor with myself, with his eldest daughter, Mary Anne, (a good girl,) I must maintain it;' but I never 'mistook my perand gave her away to the Earl of Portsmouth.- son,' though I think others have. Saw her fairly a countess-congratulated the family ** called to-day in great despair about his and groom (bride)-drank a bumper of wine (whole-mistress, who has taken a freak of ***. He some sherris) to their felicity, and all that, and began a letter to her, but was obliged to stop short came home. Asked to stay to dinner, but could I finished it for him, and he copied and sent it.— not. At three sat to Phillips for faces. Called on If he holds out and keeps to my instructions of Lady M.-I like her so well, that I always stay too affected indifference, she will lower her colors. If she don't, he will, at least, get rid of her, and she long. (Mem.-to mend of that.) don't seem much worth keeping. But the poor lad is in love-and if that is the case, she will win. When they once. discover their power, finita e la 'Sleepy, and must go to bed. Passed the evening with Hobhouse, who has begun a poem, which promises highly; wish he would go on with it. Heard some curious extracts from a life of Morosini, the blundering Venetian, who blew up the Acropolis at Athens with a bomb, and be d-d to him! Waxed sleepy,-just come home, must go to bed, and am engaged to meet Sheridan to-morrow at Rogers's. man. musica. 66 "Tuesday, March 15. "Dined yesterday with R., Mackintosh, and Sharpe. Sheridan could not come. Sharpe told "Queer ceremony that same of marriage-saw several very amusing anecdotes of Henderson, the many abroad, Greek and Catholic-one, at home, actor. Stayed till late, and came home.-having many years ago. There be some strange phrases in drank so much tea, that I did not get to sleep till the prologue, (the exhortation,) which made me six this morning. R. says that I am to be in this turn away, not to laugh in the face of the surplice- Quarterly-cut up, I presume, as they hate us Made one blunder, when I joined the hands youth.' N'importe. As Sharpe was passing by the of the happy-rammed their left hands, by mistake, doors of some debating society (the Westminster into one another. Corrected it-bustled back to Forum) in his way to dinner, he saw rubricked on the altar-rail, and said Amen.' Portsmouth re- the walls, Scott's name and mine- Which is the sponded as if he had got the whole by heart; and, best poet?' being the question of the evening; if any thing, was rather before the priest. It is and I suppose all the Templars and would-bes took now midnight, and our rhymes in vain, in the course of the controversy. Which had the greater show of hands, I neither know nor care; but I feel the coupling of the names as a compliment,-though I think Scott deserves better company. * "March 10, Thor's Day. * "On Tuesday dined with Rogers-Mackintosh, Sheridan, Sharpe-much talk, and good-all, except my own little prattlement. Much of old times -Horne Tooke,-the Trials,-evidence of Sheridan, -and anecdotes of those times, when I alas! was an infant. If I had been a man, I would have made an English Lord Edward Fitzgerald. "W. W. called-Lord Erskine, Lord Holland, &c., &c. Wrote to the Corsair report. She says she don't wonder, since Conrad is so like.' It is odd that one, who knows me so thoroughly, should tell me this to my face. However, if she don't know, nobody can. "Set down Sheridan at Brookes's-where, by-theby, he could not have well set down himself, as he and I were the only drinkers. Sherry means to "Mackintosh is, it seems, the writer of the destand for Westminster, as Cochrane (the stock- fensive letter in the Morning Chronicle. If so, it is jobbing hoaxer) must vacate. Brougham is a can- very kind, and more than I did for myself. didate. I fear for poor dear Sherry. Both have * * * talents of the highest order, but the youngster has "Told Murray to secure for me Bandello's Italian yet a character. We shall see, if he lives to Sherry's novels at the sale to-morrow. To me they will be age, how he will pass over the red-hot ploughshares nuts. Redde a satire on myself, called Anti-Byron,' of public life. I don't know why, but I hate to see and told Murray to publish it, if he liked. The obthe old ones lose; particularly Sheridan, notwith- ject of the author is to prove me an Atheist and a standing all his mechancete. systematic conspirator against law and government. "Received many, and the kindest, thanks from Some of the verse is good; the prose I don't quite Lady Portsmouth, pre and more, for my match- understand. He asserts that my ' deleterious making. I don't regret it, as she looks the count- works' have had an effect upon civil society, which ess well, and is a very good girl. It is odd how well requires, &c., &c., &.,' and his own poetry. It is a she carries her new honors. She looks a different lengthy poem, and a long preface, with an harmowoman, and high-bred, too. I had no idea that I nious title-page. Like the fly in the fable, I seem to could make so good a peeress. have got upon a wheel which makes much dust;but, unlike the said fly, I do not take it all for my own raising. 串 * * "Went to the play with Hobhouse. Mrs. Jordan superlative in Hoyden, and Jones well enough in Foppington. What plays! what wit!-helas! Con- "A letter from Bella, which I answered. I shall greve and Vanbrugh are your only comedy. Our be in love with her again, if I don't take care. society is too insipid now for the like copy. Would not go to Lady Keith's. Hobhouse thought it odd. I wonder he should like parties. If one is in love, and wants to break a commandment and covet any "Thursday, March 17. thing that is there, they do very well. But to go "I have been sparring with Jackson for exercise out among the mere herd, without a motive, pleas-this morning; and mean to continue and renew my "I shall begin a more regular system of reading soon. acquaintance with the muffles. My chest, and arms, To me it is the same who are in or out-we want and wind are in very good plight, and I am not in something more than a change of ministers, and flesh. I used to be a hard hitter, and my arms are some day we will have it. very long for my height (5 feet 8 1-2 inches.) At "I remember, in riding from Chrisso to Castri any rate, exercise is good, and this the severest of (Delphos) along the sides of Pernassus, I saw six all; fencing and the broadsword never fatigued me eagles in the air. It is uncommon to see so many together; and it was the number-not the species, which is common enough-that excited my attention. half so much. It "Redde the Quarrels of Authors' (another sort of sparring)-a new work, by that most entertaining and researching writer, Israeli. They seem to "The last bird I ever fired at was an eaglet, on the be an irritable set, and I wish myself well out of it. shore of the Gulf of Lepanto, near Vostitza. I'll not march through Coventry with them, that's was only wounded, and I tried to save it, the eye flat.' What the devil had I to do with scribbling was so bright; but it pined, and died in a few days; It is too late to inquire, and all regret is useless.and I never did since, and never will, attempt the But, an' it were to do again,-I should write again, death of another bird. I wonder what put these I suppose. Such is human nature, at least my share two things into my head just now? I have been of it-though I shall think better of myself, if I reading Sismondi, and there is nothing there that have sense to stop now. If I have a wife, and that could induce the recollection. wife has a son-by any body-I will bring up mine heir in the most anti-poetical way-make him a lawyer, or a pirate, or-any thing. But if he writes too, I shall be sure he is none of mine, and cut him off with a bank-token. Must write a letter-three o'clock. "Sunday, March 20. "I am mightily taken with Braccio di Montone, Giovanni Galeazzo, and Eccellino. But the last is not Bracciaferro, (of the same name,) Count of Ravenna, whose history I want to trace. There is a fine engraving in Lavater, from a picture by Fuseli, of that Ezzelin, over the body of Meduna, punished by him for a hitch in her constancy during his absence in the Crusades. He was right-but I want to know the story. "Tuesday, March 22. "I intended to go to Lady Hardwicke's, but won't. I always begin the day with a bias towards going to parties; but as the evening advances my stimulus fails, and I hardly ever go out-and, when I do, always regret it. This might have been a pleasant one; at least the hostess is a very superior wo- "Last night, party at Lansdowne House. Toman. Lady Lansdowne's to-morrow-Lady Heath-night, party at Lady Charlotte Greville's-deploracote's Wednesday. Um!-I must spur myself into ble waste of time, and something of temper. Nogoing to some of them, or it will look like rudeness, thing imparted-nothing acquired-talking without and it is better to do as other people do-confound ideas-if any thing like thought in my mind, it was not on the subjects on which we were gabbling. them! "Redde Machiavel, parts of Chardin, and Sis-Heigho!-and in this way half London pass what is mondi, and Bandello,-by starts. Redde the Edin- called life. To-morrow there is Lady Heathcote'sburgh, xliv., just come out. In the beginning of shall I go? yes-to punish myself for not having a the article on Edgeworth's Patronage,' I have got-pursuit. ten a high compliment, I perceive. Whether this "Let me see-what did I see? The only person is creditable to me, I know not; but it does honor who much struck me was Lady Sd's eldest to the editor, because he once abused me. Many a daughter, Lady C. L. They say she is not pretty. man will retract praise; none but a high-spirited I don't know-every thing is pretty that pleases; mind will revoke its censure, or can praise the man but there is an air of soul about her-and her color it has once attacked. I have often, since my return changes and there is that shyness of the antelope to England, heard Jeffrey most highly commended (which I delight in) in her manner so much, that I by those who know him for things independent of observed her more than I did any other woman in his talents. I admire him for this-not because he the rooms, and only looked at any thing else when has praised me (I have been so praised elsewhere I thought she might perceive and feel embarrassed and abused, alternately, that mere habit has ren- by my scrutiny. After all, there may be something dered me as indifferent to both as a man at twenty-of association in this. She is a friend of Augusta's, six can be to any thing), but because he is, perhaps, and whatever she loves, I can't help liking. the only man who, under the relations in which he and I stand, or stood, with regard to each other, would have had the liberality to act thus; none but a great soul dared hazard it. The height on which he stands has not made him giddy; a little scribbler would have gone on cavilling to the end of the chapter. As to the justice of his panegyric, that is matter of taste. There are plenty to question it, and glad, too, of the opportunity. "Her mother, the marchioness, talked to me a little; and I was twenty times on the point of asking her to introduce me to sa fille, but I stopped short. This comes of that affray with the Carlisles. "Earl Grey told me, laughingly, of a paragraph in the last Moniteur, which has stated, among other symptoms of rebellion, some particulars of the sensation occasioned in all our government gazettes by the tear' lines,-only amplifying, in its restate"Lord Erskine called to-day. He means to carry ment, an epigram (by-the-by, no epigram except in down his reflections on the war-or rather wars-to the Greek acceptation of the word) into a Roman. the present day. I trust that he will. Must send I wonder the Couriers, &c., &c., have not translated to Mr. Murray to get the binding of my copy of his that part of the Moniteur, with additional compamphlet finished, as Lord E. has promised me to ments. correct it, and add some marginal notes to it. Any "The Princess of Wales has requested Fuseli to thing in his handwriting will be a treasure, which paint from the Corsair;' leaving to him the choice will gather compound interest from years. Erskine of any passage for the subject: so Mr. Locke tells has high expectations of Mackintosh's promised me. Tired, jaded, selfish, and supine-must go to history. Undoubtedly it must be a classic, when bed. finished. "Roman, at least Romance, means a song someSparred with Jackson again yesterday morning, times, as in the Spanish. I suppose this is the and shall to-morrow. I feel all the better for it, in Moniteur's meaning, unless he has confused it with spirits, though my arms and shoulders are very stiff 'the Corsair.' from it. Mem.-to attend the pugilistic dinner. Marquis Huntley is in the chair. * "Lord Erskine thinks that ministers must be in peril of going out. So much the better for him. "Albany, March 28. "This night got into my new apartments, rented of Lord Althorpe, on a lease of seven years. Spacious, and room for my books and sabres. In the house, too, another advantage. The last few days, or whole week, have been very abstemious, regular parcel of their fortunes.' I am utterly bewildered in exercise, and yet very unwell. and confounded. Yesterday, dined tete-a-téte at the Cocoa with "I don't know-but I think I, even I, (an insect Scrope Davies-sate from six till midnight-drank compared with this creature,) have set my life on between us one bottle of champagne and six of claret, casts not a millionth part of this man's. But, after neither of which wines ever affect me. Offered to all, a crown may be not worth dying for. Yet, to take Scrope home in my carriage; but he was tipsy outlive Lodi for this!!! Oh that Juvenal or Johnand pious, and I was obliged to leave him on his son could rise from the dead! 'Expende-quot knees, praying to I know not what purpose or pagod. libras in duce summo invenies?' I knew they were No headache, nor sickness that night nor to-day. light in the balance of mortality; but I thought Got up, if any thing, earlier than usual-sparred their living dust weighed more carats. Alas! this with Jackson ad sudorem, and have been much bet- imperial diamond hath a flaw in it, and is now hardly ter than for many days. I have heard nothing more fit to stick in a glazier's pencil; the pen of the hisfrom Scrope. Yesterday paid him four thousand torian won't rate it worth a ducat. eight hundred pounds-a debt of some standing, and which I wished to have paid before. My mind is much relieved by the removal of that debit. "Psha! something too much of this.' But I won't give him up even now; though all his admi rers have, 'like the Thanes, fall'n from him.' "April 10. "Augusta wants me to make it up with Carlisle. I have refused every body else, but I can't deny her any thing; so I must e'en do it, though I had as "I do not know that I am happiest when alone; lief drink up Eisel-eat a crocodile.' Let me see but this I am sure of, that I never am long in the Ward, the Hollands, the Lambs, Rogers, &c., &c., society even of her I love, (God knows too well, and -every body more or less, have been trying for the the Devil probably too,) without a yearning for the last two years to accommodate this couplet quarrel company of my lamp and my utterly-confused and to no purpose. I shall laugh if Augusta succeeds. tumbled-over library. Even in the day, I send away "Redde a little of many things-shall get in all my carriage oftener than I use or abuse it. Per my books to-morrow. Luckily, this room will hold esempio,-I have not stirred out of these rooms for them-with ample room and verge, &c., the charac- these four days past: but I have sparred for exerters of hell to trace.' I must set about some em- cise (windows open) with Jackson an hour daily, to ployment soon; my heart begins to eat itself again. attenuate and keep up the ethereal part of me. The more violent the fatigue, the better my spirits for the rest of the day; and then, my evenings "Out of town six days. On my return, find my have that calm nothingness of languor, which I most poor little pagod, Napoleon, pushed off his pedestal; delight in. To-day I have boxed one hour-written the thieves are in Paris. It is his own fault. Like an ode to Napoleon Bonaparte-copied it-eaten Milo he would rend the oak; but it closed again, six biscuits-drank four bottles of soda-water-redde wedged his hands, and now the beasts-lion, bear, away the rest of my time-besides giving poor down to the dirtiest jackal-may all tear him. That a world of advice about this mistress of his, who is Muscovite winter wedged his arms; ever since, he plaguing him into a phthisic and intolerable tedihas fought with his feet and teeth. The last may ousness. I am a pretty fellow truly to lecture about still leave their marks; and 'I guess now (as the the sect.' No matter, my counsels are all thrown Yankees say) that he will yet play them a pass.' away. He is in their rear-between 'them and their homes. Query-will they ever reach them? "April 8. "April 19, 1814. "There is ice at both poles, north and south-all extremes are the same-misery belongs to the highest and the lowest only,-to the emperor and the beggar, when unsixpenced and unthroned. There is, to be sure, a damned insipid medium-an equinoctial line-no one knows where, except upon maps and measurement. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools "Saturday, April, 9 1814. "I mark this day! "Napoleon Bonaparte has abdicated the throne of the world. Excellent well.' Methinks Sylla did better; for he revenged, and resigned in the height of his sway, red with the slaughter of his foes-the finest instance of glorious contempt of the rascals upon record. Diocletian did well tooAmurath not amiss, had he become aught except a dervise-Charles the Fifth but so, so-but Napoleon, I will keep no further journal of that same hesternal worst of all. What! wait till they were in his torchlight; and, to prevent me from returning, like capital, and then talk of his readiness to give up a dog, to the vomit of memory, I tear out the rewhat is already gone!! What whining monk art maining leaves of this volume, and write, in ipecacuthou-what holy cheat?' 'Sdeath! Dionysius at anha, that the Bourbons are restored!!!' Hang Corinth was yet a king to this. The Isle of Elba' up philosophy.' To be sure, I have long despised to retire to! Well-if it had been Caprea, I should myself and man, but I never spat in the face of my have marvelled less. I see men's minds are but a species before O fool! I shall go mad.' EXTRACTS FROM A JOURNAL. IN SWITZERLAND. "September 18, 1816. YESTERDAY, September 17th, I set out with Mr. Hobhouse on an excursion of some days to the mountains. "September 17. "Rose at five; left Diodati about seven, in one of the country carriages, (a char-á-banc,) our servants on horseback. Weather very fine; the lake calm and clear; Mont Blanc and the Aiguille of Argentieres both very distinct; the borders of the lake beautiful. Reached Lausanne before sunset; stopped and slept at Went to bed at nine; slept till five o'clock. "September 18. "September 19. sermons, and a set of noisy children. Saw all worth seeing, and then descended to the 'Bosquet de Julie,' &c., &c.; our guide full of Rousseau, whom he is eternally confounding with St. Preaux, and mixing the man and the book. Went again as far as Chillon to re-visit the little torrent from the hill behind it. Sunset reflected in the lake. Have to get up at five to-morrow to cross the mountains on horseback; carriage to be sent round; lodged at my old cottage-hospitable and comfortable; tired with a longish ride on the colt, and the subsequent jolting of the char-a-banc, and my scramble in the hot sun. "Mem. The corporal who showed the wonders of Chillon was as drunk as Blucher; he was deaf also, "Called by my courier; got up. Hobhouse walk- and thinking every one else so, roared out the ed on before. A mile from Lausanne, the road legends of the castle so fearfully. However, we saw overflowed by the lake; got on horseback, and things from the gallows to the dungeons,* (the rode till within a mile of Vevay. The colt young, potence and the cachots,) and returned to Clarens but went very well. Overtook Hobhouse, and re- with more freedom than belonged to the fifteenth sumed the carriage, which is an open one. Stopped century. at Vevay two hours, (the second time I had visited it ;) walked to the church; view from the church- "Rose at five. Crossed the mountains to Montyard superb within it General Ludlow (the regi- bovon on horseback, and on mules, and, by dint of cide s) monument-black marble-long inscription scrambling, on foot also; the whole route beauti-Latin, but simple; he was an exile two-and-thirty ful as a dream, and now to me almost as indistinct. years-one of King Charles's judges. Near him I am so tired:-for, though healthy, I have not the Broughton (who read King Charles's sentence to strength I possessed but a few years ago. At MontCharles Stuart) is buried, with a queer and rather bovon we breakfasted; afterward, on a steep ascent, canting, but still a republican inscription. Ludlow's dismounted; tumbled down; cut a finger open; house shown; it retains still its inscription-'Omne the baggage also got loose and fell down a ravine, solum forti patria.' Walked down to the lake side; till stopped by a large tree; recovered baggage; servants, carriage, saddle-horses-all set off and horse tired and drooping: mounted mule. At the left us plantes la, by some mistake, and we walked approach of the summit of Dent Jument + dison after them towards Clarens; Hobhouse ran on mounted again with Hobhouse and all the party. before, and overtook them at last. Arrived the Arrived at a lake in the very bosom of the mounsecond time (first time was by water) at Clarens. tains; left our quadrupeds with a shepherd, and Went to Chillon through scenery worthy of I know ascended farther; came to some snow in patches, not whom; went over the Castle of Chillon again. upon which my forehead's perspiration fell like On our return, met an English party in a carriage; rain, making the same dints as in a sieve; the chill a lady in it fast asleep-fast asleep in the most anti- of the wind and the snow turned me giddy, but I narcotic spot in the world-excellent! I remember scrambled on and upwards. Hobhouse went to the at Chamouni, in the very eyes of Mont Blanc, hear- highest pinnacle; I did not, but paused, within a ing another woman, English also, exclaim to her few yards (at an opening of the cliff.) In coming party, Did you ever see any thing more rural?'-down, the guide tumbled three times; I fell a as if it was Highgate, or Hampstead, or Brompton, laughing, and tumbled too-the descent luckily soft, or Hayes- Rural!' quotha? rocks, pines, torrents, though steep and slippery: Hobhouse also fell, but glaciers, clouds, and summits of eternal snow far nobody hurt. The whole of the mountains superb. above them-and 'rural!' A shepherd on a very steep and high cliff playing "After a slight and short dinner we visited the upon his pipe; † very different from Arcadia, where Chateau de Clarens; * an English woman has rented I saw the pastors with a long musket instead of a it recently (it was not let when I saw it first;) the crook, and pistols in their girdles. Our Swiss sheproses are gone with their summer; the family out, herd's pipe was sweet, and his tune agreeable. I but the servants desired us to walk over the interior saw a cow strayed; am told that they often break of the mansion. Saw on the table of the saloon their necks on and over the crags. Descended to Blair's Sermons, and somebody else (I forget who's) · See Childe Harold, canto iii., stanza xcix., &c. 22d note to Childe Harold, canto iii. • Prisoner of Chillon, note 3d, &c. ↑ Dant de Jaman. Manfred, Act I., Scene II. Montbovon; pretty, scraggy village, with a wild but the banks fine. Rocks down to the water's river and a wooden bridge. Hobhouse went to fish edge. Landed at Newhause; passed Interlachen; -caught one. Our carriage not come; our horses entered upon a range of scenes beyond all descripmules, &c., knocked up; ourselves fatigued. tion, or previous conception. Passed a rock; in "The view from the highest points of to-day's scription-two brothers-one murdered the other; journey comprised on one side the greatest part of just the place for it. After a variety of windings Lake Leman: on the other, the valleys and moun- came to an enormous rock. Arrived at the foot of tain of the canton of Fribourg, and an immense the mountain, (the Jungfrau, that is, the Maiden ;) plain, with the lakes of Neufchatel and Morat, and glaciers; torrents; one of these torrents nine hunall which the borders of the Lake of Geneva in- dred feet in height of visible descent. Lodged at herit; we had both sides of the Jura before us in the curate's. Set out to see the valley; heard an one point of view, with Alps in plenty. In passing avalanche fall, like thunder; glaciers enormous; a ravine, the guide recommended strenuously a storm came on, thunder, lightning, hail; all in perquickening of pace, as the stones fall with great fection, and beautiful. I was on horseback; guide rapidity and occasional damage; the advice is ex-wanted to carry my cane; I was going to give it cellent, but, like most good advice, impracticable, him, when I recollected that it was a sword-stick, the road being so rough that neither mules, nor and I thought the lightning might be attracted mankind, nor horses, can make any violent pro- towards him; kept it myself: a good deal encumgress. Passed without fractures or menace thereof. bered with it, as it was too heavy for a whip, and The music of the cow's bells (for their wealth, the horse was stupid, and stood with every other like the patriarch's, is cattle) in the pastures, which peal. Got in, not very wet, the cloak being stanch. reach to a height far above any mountains in Britain, Hobhouse wet through; Hobhouse took refuge in and the shepherds shouting to us from crag to crag, cottage; sent man, umbrella, and cloak (from the and playing on their reeds where the steeps appeared curate's when I arrived) after him. Swiss curate's almost inaccessible, with the surrounding scenery, house very good indeed-much better than most realized all that I have ever heard or imagined of a English vicarages. It is immediately opposite the pastoral existence:-much more so than Greece or torrent I spoke of. The torrent is in shape curving Asia Minor; for there we are a little too much of over the rock, like the tail of a white horse streamthe sabre and musket order, and if there is a crook ing in the wind, such as it might be conceived in one one hand, you are sure to see a gun in the would be that of the pale horse' on which Death other-but this was pure and unmixed-solitary, is mounted in the Apocalypse.* It is neither mist savage, and patriarchal. As we went, they played nor water, but a something between both; its imthe Rans des Vaches' and other airs, by way of mense height (nine hundred feet) gives it a wave or farewell. I have lately repeopled my mind with curve, a spreading here, or condensation there, wonderful and indescribable. I think, upon the whole, that this day has been better than any of this present excursion. nature. "September 20. "September 23. "Up at six; off at eight. The whole of this day's journey at an average of between from two thousand seven hundred to three thousand feet above the level of the sea. This valley, the longest, narrowest, and "Before ascending the mountain, went to the considered the finest of the Alps, little traversed by torrent (seven in the morning) again; the sun upon travellers. Saw the bridge of La Roche. The bed it, forming a rainbow of the lower part of all of the river very low and deep, between immense colors, but principally purple and gold; the bow rocks, and rapid as anger;-a man and mule said to moving as you move; I never saw any thing like have tumbled over without damage. The people this; it is only in the sunshine. Ascended the looked free, and happy, and rich (which last implies Wengen mountain; at noon reached a valley on neither of the former); the cows superb; a bull the summit; left the horses, took off my coat, and nearly leaped into the char-à-banc-agreeable com- went to the summit, seven thousand feet (English panion in a post-chaise; goats and sheep very feet) above the level of the sea, and about five thriving. A mountain, with enormous glaciers, to thousand above the valley we left in the morning. the right-the Klitzgerberg; farther on, the Hock-On one side, our view comprised the Jungfrau, with thorn-nice names-so soft!-Stockhorn, I believe, all her glaciers; then the Dent d'Argent, shining very lofty and scraggy, patched with snow only; no like truth; then the Little Giant, (the Kleine glaciers on it, but some good epaulettes of clouds. Eigher;) and the Great Giant, (the Grosse Eigher,) "Passed the boundaries, out of Vaud and into and last, not least, the Wetterhorn. The height of Berne canton; French exchanged for bad German; the Jungfrau is thirteen thousand feet above the the district famous for cheese, liberty, property, and sea, eleven thousand above the valley; she is the no taxes. Hobhouse went to fish-caught none. highest of this range. Heard the avalanches fallStrolled to the river; saw boy and kid; kid followed ing every five minutes, nearly. From whence we him like a dog; kid could not get over a fence, and stood, on the Wengen Alp, we had all these in bleated piteously; tried myself, to help kid, but view on one side; on the other, the clouds rose nearly overset both self and kid into the river. from the opposite valley, curling up perpendicular Arrived here about six in the evening. Nine precipices like the foam of the ocean of hell, during o'clock-going to bed; not tired to-day, but hope a spring tide-it was white and sulphury, and to sleep, nevertheless. immeasurably deep in appearance. The side we ascended was (of course) not of so precipitous a "Off early. The valley of Simmenthal as before. nature; but on arriving at the summit, we looked Entrance to the plain of Thoun very narrow; high down upon the other side upon a boiling sea of rocks, wooded to the top; river; new mountains, stood, (these crags on one side quite perpendicu cloud, dashing against the crags on which we with fine glaciers. Lake of Thoun; extensive plain lar.) Stayed a quarter of an hour; began to dewith a girdle of Alps. Walked down to the Cha-scend; quite clear from cloud on that side of the teau de Schadau; view along the lake; crossed the river in a boat rowed by women. Thoun a very mountain. In passing the masses of snow, I made pretty town. The whole day's journey Alpine and a snowball and pelted Hobhouse with it. proud. "September 21. "September 22. "Left Thoun in a boat, which carried us the length of the lake in three hours. The lake small; Manfred, Act 1., Scene II. "Got down to our horses again; eat something; remounted; heard the avalanches still; came to a morass; Hobhouse dismounted to get over weil; Manfred, Act 11., Scene II. + Manfred, Act II., Scene П. |