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178 NOTES TO THE PRISONER OF CHILLON.
in which the early reformers, and subsequently prisoners of state, were confined. Across one of the vaults is a beam black with age,, on which we were informed that the condemned were formerly executed. In the cells are seven pillars, or, rather, eight, one being half merged in the wall; in some of these are rings for the fetters and the fettered : in the pavement the steps of Bonnivard have left their traceshe was confined here several years.
It is by this castle that Rousseau has fixed the catastrophe of his Heloise, in the rescue of one of her children by Julie from the water; the shock of which, and the illness produced by the immersion, is the cause of her death.
The chateau is large, and seen along the lake for a great distance. The walls are white.
Note 4, page 171, line 12.
And then there was a little isle. Between the entrances of the Rhone and Villeneuve, not far from Chillon, is a very small island ; the only one I could perceive, in my voyage round and over the lake, within its circumference. It contains a few trees (I think not above three), and from its singleness and diminutive size has a peculiar effect upon the view.
When the foregoing poem was composed I was not sufficiently aware of the history of Bonnivard, or I should have endeavoured to dignify the subject by an attempt to celebrate his courage and his virtues. Some account of his life will be found in a note appended to the “ Sonnet on Chillon,” with which I have been furnished by the kindness of a citizen of that Republic which is still proud of the memory of a man worthy of the best age of ancient freedom.
A VENETIAN STORY.
ROSALIND. Farewell, Monsieur Traveller: Look, you lisp, and wear strange suits; disable all the benefits of your own country; be out of love with your Nativity, and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are; or I will scarce think that you have swam in a GONDOLA.
As You LIKE IT, Act IV. Sc. I.
Annotation of the Commentators. That is, been at Venice, which was much visited by the young English gentlemen of those times, and was then what Paris is nowthe seat of all dissoluteness. S. A.
"Tis known, at least it should be, that throughout
All countries of the Catholic persuasion,
The people take their fill of recreation,
However high their rank, or low their station, With fiddling, feasting, dancing, drinking, masquing, And other things which may be had for asking.
The moment night with dusky mantle covers
The skies (and the more duskily the better), The time less liked by husbands than by lovers . Begins, and prudery flings aside her fetter ; And gaiety on restless tiptoe hovers,
Giggling with all the gallants who beset her; And there are songs and quavers, roaring, humming, Guitars, and every other sort of strumming.
Masks of all times and nations, Turks and Jews, And harlequins and clowns, with feats gymnastical,
Greeks, Romans, Yankee-doodles, and Hindoos; All kinds of dress, except the ecclesiastical,
All people, as their fancies bit, may choose, But no one in these parts may quiz the clergy, Therefore take heed, ye Freethinkers! I charge ye.