- ; - -$fc$J$!&! v; $.$ . . THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES - ' J . . -4L. ECHOES OF EUROPE; OB, WORD PICTURES OF TRAVEL E. K. WASHINGTON PHILADELPHIA: JAMKS CHALLEN & SON No. 25 SOUTH SIXTH STREET. 1860. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year I860, by JAMES CHALLEN & SON, MTKKKOTVl'fr I> 15 Y S. A. GEUHOKj 607 S VNSOM STRKKT. TO MAJOR HENRY VAUGHAN OF MISSISSIPPI, f Ijis Dolmni IS RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED BY THE AUTHOR. AS AN HUMBLE MEMENTO OF ESTEEM (3) PREFACE. MANY things in this book might have been omitted, oc many other things might have been said : those that M ;ire said might have been said better, and the whole might have been omitted altogether, and no harm done to, or much advantage lost by, a single human to * being. Therefore, on the few who may beg, buy, borrow, or steal it, the Author will not inflict the additional penalty of a Preface. The Author wrote it, because he desired to do so; the Publishers pub- 1} lished it, because they desired to do so; and the LI Reader may read it, if he desires to do so. 453981 CONTENTS. PAOl Off 13 Washington City The President, his Cabinet, Ac 15 Outward Bound 23 Havre Notre Dame 35 Rouen William the Conqueror Richard the Lion-Hearted '.) Paris Pdre La Chaise St. Cloud The Louvre Louis Napoleon. 45 The City of Geneva Lake Geneva 66 Chamouni M ont Blanc Le Jurdin 68 Switzerland Castle of Chillon Vevay 76 Berne 82 Lausanne Ncufchutel 85 Freiburg The Cathedral and Convent 87 Interlaken \Vengern Alps 93 The Great Schcidegg Grimsel Hospice Furka 98 Lake Lucerne Mount Righi 108 Zurich SchafThausen on the Rhine 116 Unoth The Castle 121 Basle on the Rhine 124 Strasbourg 129 Baden-Baden 134 Heidelburg The College 137 Frankfort-on-the-Main 140 Wiesbaden 145 Mayence, on the Rhine Bingen Coblentz 147 10 CONTENTS. PAfJR Cologne 158 Brussels Field of Waterloo 164 Antwerp Raphael, Michael Angelo, Rubens, M urillo 171 London The Churches The Tower Windsor Castle 174 The Journey from London to Edinburg Newcastle-on-Tyne Castle of Edinburg, &c 101 Stirling Bannockburn Grampian Hills Aberdeen 205 Castle of Inverness Culloden Moor 212 Glasgow Ayrshire Home of Burns 218 Belfast Giant's Causeway Londonderry 224 Enniskillen Athlone The Shannon 231 Killaloe Limerick Killarney 240 Dublin Cork 25(i Wales Bangor 2(54 Liverpool Chester Shrewsbury 26H Stratford-on-Avon Reminiscences of Shakespeare 27.'? Kenilworth Oxford 27(5 London-- The - Crystal Palace Westminster Abbey Regent's Park, Zoological Gardens, &c 270 Holland Rotterdam Hague Amsterdam 28f> Brunswick Berlin Dresden The Green Vaults 2!H Prague 310 Vienna Trieste Adelsburgh 314 Venice Its Churches, Palaces, Dungeons. &c 32* Verona Alps of the Tyrol Milan 3 4 1 Genoa Leghorn Pisa 850 Florence Its Cathedrals, Palaces, and Galleries 3(51 Fiesole The Uffizi Gallery 37's Route to Rome Levane Arezzo Terni 37'.) The Eternal City First Impressions The Pope High Mass and Vespers in St. Peter's The Coliseum The Palatine Hill Tin- Borghese Palaco Forum of Trajan Churches of Rome Ruins Catacombs The Galleries Vatican, Etruscan, and Lateran Museums Feast of the Purification The Carnival, (fee., &c. . . 398 CONTEXTS. 11 PAOF. Frascati Tusculnm Pincian Hill 525 Tivoli Villa Adriano San Lorenzo 531 Route to Naples Lake Albano Velletri Tomb of Oicero Capua 542 Naples Borbon Museum Chapel of San Gennaro 5GO Herculaneum Pompeii Vesuvius 569 Rains of Pratum Cava Salerno Tomb of Virgil 607 The Mediterranean Marseilles Aries Nismes 617 Lyons 632 Paris Louvre Museum St. Denis Notre Dame Bois Boulogne. 63G Versailles 657 Departure from Paris 678 Across 688 New York 690 Notes for Travelers. . 696 SKETCHES AND SNATCHES OF TRAVEL OFF FOR Europe, then the grand old land of the dead past. Let us see with our own eyes the graves of "the things that were," as well as the actualities of the present, and forget awhile our busy, progressive native land, strong yet in its youth, hopefulness and onwardness, and look on those lands where the shadows of the past obtrude amongst the givings out of the present. We are going for our own edification merely "to see what we shall see" and we resolve to keep a record of our impressions of travel, the fleet gatherings of eye and ear, for our perusal in after days, or for the entertainment of others. We shall not over- burden ourselves with any more tliought than is absolutely necessary, but content ourselves with broad sketches and outlines or simply those pennings or limnings of the out- sides of travel that may employ without working our mind. We shall let what we see write itself, if it should please to do so. We shall not tell who we are. That may also tell itself! It is Wednesday morning, five o'clock, June 17th. The steam-whistle has resounded through the tranquil val- leys of the river, and on we go rapidly the old town, our temporary residence, fading away in the distance the mountains in the back-ground, dense and wooded, retiring beneath the horizon. But onward speed the cars. The river by our side alternately forgets itself to a lake then rushes along with the rapidity of a mountain torrent the B (13) 14 OFF. morning sunlight mingles with the green foliage of the high river banks, and the world smiles cheerily in the glory and freshness-of June. Here is a city, with its smoke, dust and heat; but in the cool precincts of a hotel, and in the luxuries of its good cheer " strawberries smothered in ice-cream" we forget the business, bustle, money-making and worldly goings on of the outside world. And now, this pleasant sunlit evening, we are careering our way down another river not on it, but by its side. Steamboating is already obsolete. The scenes flit by us like creatures of magic. The distance is soon conquered, and we are at a riverside village. Having resolved on a visit to the interior, we are soon in an antiquated vehicle, rolling along on one of the most romantic roads in the Union to a collegiate seat of learning. We spend several days pleasantly ; listen to the president's lectures on the Bible to the students, and observe the general order and schalarly deameanor of the students. The Bible, in the sublime and masterly analysis of the president, becomes vivific and energizing. All the principles of philosophy, in their most salient points, either by precept or in example, are discovered to be illustrated in it; and the study and investigation of it aftbrd inexhaustible stimulus to the largest intellect, being the book of the most healthy mental and moral tendency in the world. In these lectures, the Bible became the Book of Human Nature the key that unlocks all the mysteries of man. But adieu to the green old fields, and the quiet, dreamy hills, and the ardent minds and gentle hearts which are there uttering out the work of life ! But time hurries us on. At ten o'clock at night, we de- part for the East, on the cars of the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad. No sleep, no comfort, no talk, no nothing, but on, on for several hours. The starlight reveals the dusky out- lines of mountains, among, around and through which we pass screaming, hastening like an insane tornado. Then WASHINGTON CITY. 16 comes out the morning star upon the sky the mountains grow into distinctness the rocks gather visibility, and are graced with laurels in bloom ; laughing mountain torrents leap along the railway, and the morning, like a great spirit, smiles over the world. Here all the obstacles that Nature can oppose to railways are conquered ; and if this age were not replete with marvels, this railroad would rank among the greatest of human achievements. Portions of the route unfold scenery of the most romantic character. Cheat River is cradled among these mountains as their favorite child. It runs along the railway, for some distance far beneath it, and seems not yet recovered from its astonishment at finding its tranquil retreats invaded by the worldly-hearted locomotive. Approaching Cumberland, the scenery becomes more bold and rugged the strata project almost perpendicularly indicating the tremendous convulsions of old earth in past ages. Some of the moun- tains melt away in soft and wavy outlines ; others advance boldly into view, rocky, precipitous and jagged, and ver- dureless ; but through all we permeate our course, moun- tain alter mountain receding in the dim distance. Harper's Ferry has become celebrated on account of Jef- ferson's fine description and theoretic views concerning it ; and his expression, " It is worth a trip across the Atlantic," is infallibly quoted by every tourist. The view is con- tracted, but bold, bald, and picturesque jn the highest degree. The mountains, however, are all now passed, and we are in WASHINGTON CITY, perpetuating in its name and local surroundings, the influ- ence of that man whose extraordinary and massive charac- ter grows greater and grander with the efflux of time, and whose history is the centre point to which all Americans can turn without shame, and admire, as the spotless sun of 16 WASHINGTON CITY. the past, the man who became great by being true and honest, highly celebrated by being modest and humble, and highly useful by merely doing his duty. The City of Washington combines, possibly, more advantages than any other city in America. The ground is admirably undulat- ing, giving the advantages of draining, and fine scenery without the inconvenience of abrupt hills ; the streets and banquettes are remarkably wide the public buildings com- bining the perfection of classic taste and beauty with utility the majestic frith of the Potomac the numerous and flourishing forest trees that adorn the sidewalks the public grounds the prestige of it being the nucleus of a mighty republic the society, refined though somewhat pretentious, all these make Washington probably, on the whole, the most attractive city in America. The President receives the calls of visitors on Tuesdays and Fridays, between the hours of twelve and two o'clock. We called to pay our respects merely. There were many persons present who appeared to desecrate this public reception into an opportunity for vulgar solicitations for office, and presentation of their claims. Mr. Buchanan has a fine head and -good face; health apparently vigorous, at present ; hair thin and gray ; stature tall and form portly, and presence commanding and impressive. There were numerous applicants for office, all of whom were more or less embarrassejl the President preserving a courteous ease and listening to each with suavity but firmness. Each visitor introduces himself, presenting his own card, shakes hands with the President, converses five or six minutes, and retires, shaking hands again at parting. Some urged their claims in a low, deprecating tone ; others more loudly, asserting " they never had asked any thing from the gov- ernment." All of course were intense Democrats. We noticed the candor with which the President responded : neither unduly elevating nor depressing the hopes of the WASHINGTON CITY. 17 applicants. But surely the President of the United States ought to be approached by his fellow-citizens without being regarded as a mere office-dispenser to needy appli- cants. The office should seek the man, not the man the office. When it came our time to have a few words with him, he indicated it by a glance. After shaking hands, we told him where we were from were friends to his adminis- tration wished nothing from it, however, except that he might long have health, and his administration might pros- per. His countenance manifested great relief when we said we wanted nothing, and he became quite gracious; said " England was a most wonderful little island ;" said six or eight months were sufficient to see all in Europe worth seeing; wished us a pleasant journey, and then we left him to encounter again the gauntlets of unceasing office- seekers. The President's Cabinet is composed of men who are moderate in patriotism, tolerably honest, and rather respect- able in intellect ; Mr. Buchanan is the superior of every one of them, in practical intellectual penetration, and will doubt- less not allow them to rule him. Cass is an accomplished rather than able politician, and more of a sleek, suave, suc- cessful old gentleman than any thing else. Black is rather able, but has more empresament of greatness than reality; has been spoiled by being thought able to be President, and by living among small men, among whom he is relatively great, but really only pompously little. Thompson is ener- getic and practical, and would make a good President, had any of the members of this Cabinet such a thing written in their destinies. The practice of our government has of late years revolted from its original intendmeut. It was not expected the President would be a party man. The theory of government in Europe is, that the apex, the supreme head of the governing power, should belong to no party specially. A party is essentially a faction. Parties 2 B2 18 WASHINGTON CITY. may and must exist, but there should be a power above partyism, in every government. But of late years all our great, or so-called great men, may be presumed already convicted of aspiring to the Presidency ; and the business of the people seems reduced to the endorsement of certain men who have caused themselves to be nominated by a pro- cess of intrigue, which begins in ambition and ends in corruption. Each party endures the other's four years' government in hope of success the next time ; consequently no general attachment (which is, in European monarchies, the strongest power in the state,) can spring up between the person or character of the President and the people. Who feels any real attachment to any President, of late years, except for interest or pride ? It would seem to be getting high time for the people to oust the miserable brood of Presidency seekers and party mongers, to elect a man who, not trammeled by party, and who has the intellect to dis- cern the right, and the will to dare to do it, no matter where or what the opposition, to whom they might become attached for his personal or individual virtues, and to hurl the low Congressmen, and small-brained and corrupt- hearted dealers, and vendors, and pedlers in our great gov- ernment, to their merited damnation. A republican government is slow in action and execution, but great in deliberation, therefore the President should have a certain energy and assumption of the responsibility, to compensate for the slowness and stagnation induced by factious opposi- tion. He should be no man of show, no creature of state, no mere department, but an understanding, directing, re- solved will, honest, inflexible and efficient, who can accom- plish by the nation, and not by a party, the great mission of the new idea of America, that governments derive their just origin from the consent of the governed. But the vir- tue of our people will long preserve our government, not- withstanding the dishonesty and imbecility of the preten- WASHINGTON f the Rhone, which, in one place, is lost under vast rocks, we descended into the extra- ordinarily beautiful valley near Lake Geneva, in which the CITY OF GENEVA is situated. The transition from the heat, dust, and ex- citement of Paris, to this pleasant city, surrounded by the most picturesque and lofty mountains, and sitting by the side of the Rhone, which here having passed through Lake Geneva, comes out as blue as a section of an Italian summer's day is most delightful and cheering. The air is cool, on account of the proximity to the snowy Alps. The lake is in length about fifty miles, ten or twelve broad, and not much unlike, in shape, to a crescent moon. Geneva has about thirty thousand inhabitants. We stopped at the GENEVA. 67 Hotel de 1'Ecu, an excellent place, with many of its rooms looking out on the lake. The environs of Geneva are de- lightful, but it does not require a long time to exhaust the curiosities of the city. Much of the city is built on the slope of a hill. The fruits here we find excellent, in all varieties, and in great profusion and cheapness. The mar- kets are held principally along the sides of the streets ; the variety of Swiss costumes here seen is very great. There are very many remains of the fortifications and walls of the middle ages, with the outside moat. The manufacture of watches, works in gold, ornaments of glass, coral, pictures, etc., seem to occupy a principal share in the industry of the people. They are chiefly Protestants; and Sunday is better observed here than iu French cities. The language is prin- cipally French, with some German. I went into the old Cathedral, formerly a Catholic church, but since the Reform- ation, (with which Geneva had a great deal to do,) it has been divested of its ornaments, images, and pictures, and consecrated to the humbler, less gorgeous, but probably more sincere services of Protestantism. Here Calvin preached for many years. I sat in his chair, and ascended into his pulpit, from which he preached to the people, arid uttered his denunciations against heretics and Catholics. Beyond all question, his was one of the most astute and vig- orous minds of his age ; a little disposed to tyranny, he was still a man of mighty effort, and ruled Geneva, politically as well as ecclesiastically, in such a manner as to stamp his ideas on the since succeeding times. There is, in this Cathe- dral, a singular, old, carved collection of wooden benches or seats, on which, the guide told us, one of the great general councils had sat: that, if I recollect aright, which con- demned John Huss to be burnt In the cemetery of Geneva, I saw the names of some distinguished Englishmen, who, resorting to Geneva for health, had died there. One of the number was Sir Humphrey Davy. Applying to the guide 68 CHAMOUNI. for information, I was conducted to one of the most impres- sive tombs in the world, that of John Calvin. It consisted of nothing but a small marble block, not one foot in height, with nothing on it except the letters " J. C." Even this much was contrary to his will, for he directed that no stone should mark the place of his interment. The cemetery is beauti- ful, and it is somewhat refreshing to see Protestant taste expressed even in a burial-ground, after the numerous crosses and fanciful mournfulness of Pore la Chaise. In a beautiful island at the place where the Khone issues out of the lake, are several statues : one, that of Jean Jaques Bous- seau, long a resident here. This is a delightful place ; there are pleasant nights ; there are large crowds of prome- uaders under the trees ; there is a band of music ; some sail on the blue lake, others indulge in the delicacies of the palate ; the fresh wind from the lake fans the cheek, and the sky seems sepulchred in the beautiful lake below. CHAMOUNI. But we are now at Chamouni. The cold, bald, hoar brow of Mont Blanc rises far above us, into the high air the most awfully grand sight I have ever beheld. There are three principal summits, the highest being fifteen thousand eight hundred feet. In all directions around shoot up vast granite peaks, like needles, utterly inaccessible, many of them twelve thousand feet high. These are separated by frightful chasms and abysses, the cradles of innumerable glaciers, some of which extend down into the Valley of Chamouni. The line of perpetual snow begins about half way up the mountain, and all the upper parts are shrouded in a snowy mantle, old as the creation, and bound together by glaciers, desolate and dreadful, with seamy ridges and caverns within them, from which burst splendid cataracts, leaping gladly forth as if rejoiced to be freed from frigidity. For about half way up, the mountain is bristled with dark CHAMOUNI. 69 pines. Vegetation there ceases, and the realms of eternal snow commence. The sunset rays glamoring and revelling like gladsome fairies on the ever-freezing summit of Mont Blanc, long after darkness has wrapped the entire valley below, are beautiful as a dream of the " golden city." We left Geneva at an early hour this morning, August 21st, and came the whole distance, fifty-one miles, to Chamouni, in a Diligence containing thirty persons. The country through which we passed, near Geneva, is well cultivated, and abounds in lovely villas then through the green val- ley of the Arve one of the streams born from the glaciers of Chamouni. Mountains of appalling height, as if trying to see how high they could get, rose on each side; and feudal ruins of stone castles, in wretched decay, looked out from scenes of natural beauty and lone sublimity. Pasture lands, old, finished and decayed villages; beggars; horn- blowers, cannon-firers, to awaken the mountain echoes and sell them to us all demanded our centimes; and the beau- ties of nature seemed set in contrast with the debasement of man. The splendid cataract of Le Mont d'Arssenoy, eight hundred feet high, shivering down rocks, then leaping madly, then covering itself eoquettishly with rainbows fur- nishes an introduction to the greater glories of Switzerland. On the route we left the territory of Switzerland and entered Sardinia, where our passports were examined, which being found en rlgle we having taken the precaution, at Qeneva, to get a Sardinian visa we were permitted to pro- ceed. Passing a bridge over the Arve we had a sudden view of Mont Blanc, in appalling whiteness and distinct- ness, though twelve miles off in a straight line the great monster mountain of Europe, arrayed in all his dazzling snows. After dining at St. Martin's, we proceeded on our way passing various green and grassy-looking villages our course lying along the Arve, which tumbled and dashed over enormous rocks the water being of the pecu- 70 MONT BLANC LE JARDIN. liar white color which distinguishes glacier- water. At some places we were compelled, owing to the steepness of the ascent, to dismount and ascend on foot a grand chaos of lovely and sublime views arresting attention at every step. We then descended into the long, narrow Vale of Chamouni. All nature seems to take on a savage, Alpine air. Two enormous glaciers come down in chasms from Mont Blanc. Cascades and cataracts of rocks appear around you, and devastations apparently caused by ancient volcanoes. A ruin of an ancient chateau is seen on an isolated granite peak. Entering the vale, however, all is peaceful, and serene, and Swiss-like. There is a small valley here, in which we found excellent hotels. There are numerous shops here, in which are sold the carved wood-work of the Swiss ; crystals and specimens of the stones found on Mont Blanc; also the Alpine stick a long, light pole, pointed at one end with iron used in making excursions on the ice. Travelers are here discussing their plans, routes for the day, dangers; guides are making bargains; and the great sublimity of nature is over and around all. Once more, then, before retiring, I turn to the great white thing above me, almost ascending to heaven. Five or six "wild torrents fiercely glad" leap out of its sides, and run down in streams or cataracts to the valley, while forests of pines ascend, like a dark night-shadow, till forbidden by the empire of snow. The stars and moon look down on the scenes from above, and peaceful vales, fields, and meads, and streams, are at the foot of the "monarch of mountains" his crown and his kingdom, himself cold, alone, dreary, and solemn. MONT BLANC AND LE JARDIN. To-day, August 22d, we have performed a rather unusual and hazardous excursion one among the many that may be made from Chamouni. Having made our arrangements MONT BLANC LE JARDIN. 71 with a guide, and each armed with an Alpine stock, we set forward on foot at an early hour. There are about forty guides at Chamouni. They have regular prices for certain places, and all form a community under a leader elected by themselves and subject to an established organization. They are generally very honest. All speak French, some a little English, and in capacity and manners, owing to their contact with travelers, are superior to the ordinary dMnofl of the population. Thus traveling is a means not only of enlarging and improving the mind of the traveler, but becomes also a means of liberalizing those with whom he comes in contact. Leaving Chamouni, we begin to as- cend the mountain by a course winding in zigzags up the steep ascent passing through a dense forest of pines encountering on our way many travelers ascending to its Hermitage ladies on mules all with Alpine stocks the scene presented on looking back over the green Vale of Chamouni, seen far below us, being interesting in the highest degree. At various parts of the ascent generally at some spring or fertile place we met groups of peasant girls, offering us, for a consideration, flowers, strawberries with milk, and other refreshments. At length we reached Montauvert, more than six thousand feet above the sea level. There is a small hotel or chalet here for refresh- ment; and at this point the vast glacier called the "Sea of Ice," burst upon our view. Nothing can exceed the gran- deur of the scene. It descends from the cold, awful heights of Mont Blanc is many miles long, some five or six broad is surrounded on all sides, except on that toward Chamouni, with rugged and lofty granite needles or ele- vated mountain points. Its appearance is like an angry sea in commotion ridges of ice, chasms, caverns, crevices. Directing our guide to procure wine and cold meat as a repast on the way, we now descended upon the Sea of Ice by three dangerous bridges, formed by steps cut into the 72 MONT BLANC LE JARDIN. rocks forming one of the needles. After some hours of great labor, scrambling over the huge blocks of ice, and following the difficult route, never to be taken except with an expereinced guide, we found ourselves safely across. The depth of the solid mass of ice is stated to be six hun- dred feet. It is about six thousand feet above the level of the sea. In summer, when the weather is fine, which was the case to-day, there are innumerable streams running over the surface. These converge into a river, which leaps into a tremendous chasm in the middle of the Sea of Ice, and goes down to the bottom, six hundred feet, passing under it, and breaking out with great noise a vast, white cata- ract, into the Valley of Chamouni forms the river Arve. Niagara, with all its vast volume of waters, is not so sub- lime as this cataract with its surroundings. Having crossed the icy sea, our course lay upon an enormous rock, several hundred feet high, which we ascended partly on our hands and feet, crawling upward by means of notches in the rock. We now entered a much wilder looking region. There were large masses of granite, the debris from the needles above fairy cascades dangling from the high glaciers above. We had at length penetrated into the savage heart of Mont Blanc. Resting by the side of one of the clear, ice-cold streams, we devoured our repast with an appetite inspired by our exercise and the elevated air. After this, crossing other glaciers and snows, and making- other as- cents, we attained the object of our excursion the " Jardin," or Garden, more than nine thousand feet high. This is a large rock, covered with a thin sod of verdure, even at this great height, on which are also blooming at this time of the year rich and splendid-looking Alpine flowers, with a deli- cate blue tint, and a wild, untrammelled beauty, as if never gazed at by human eyes, but only made to be the admira- tion of fairy angels. The vegetation here arises from the warmth produced by the rays reflected from the various MONT BLANC LE JARDIN. 73 needle- pointed mountains around here converging to one point. It is a warm region in the frosty and windy heart of Mont Blanc, like one bright and tender remembrance in a life otherwise all winter one dear, loved memory in youth, to which age can go back and cull fair flowers of feeling and forget the dreariness of life around. The day had been unusually favorable for our excursion, and we were now in possession of a clear, unclouded view of the extreme summit of Mont Blanc, rising six thousand feet above us. There was a thin, gauze-like drapery of cloud floating just below the summit. On our right rose, piercing into the sky, the Aiguille (or needle) de Talafre, with its snows, glaciers, and cascades. A barricade of other peaked, granite mountains, most of them twelve thousand feet high, and many of them never explored, appeared all around. It was a scene for heart-silence amidst this sublimity of Nature; for there is in nature a development of all feelings of which the mind or heart of man is susceptible. Here the dreary, the lone, the remote and savage, the sublime, find vent But even here is the beautiful too ; and these strange, staring, blue Alpine flowers, seem to show that no situation is without its alleviations, and that way-side flowers spring up even under the pressure of the most forlorn situations. Under a rock here we found a bottle, in which those who, like us, have attained this elevation, leave their names, residence, date of ascending, written on a piece of paper. We did the same; then with a last look at Mont Blanc, and at the sublime scene around, and having taken some of the blue Alpine flowers as mementos, we prepared to descend, being obliged to cross the Sea of Ice before dark, in order to escape its vast fissures. We returned on the same route by which we came. I can never forget the views we had on our return of the red sunset rays slowly climbing the grand granite needles, patched over with snow, gleaming with glaciers ; the huge cataracts bursting out of o 74 MONT BLANC LE JARDIN. their sides uttering "the voice of many waters" then the lone appearance of the many-ridged and tempest-tossed Sea of Ice, with its clear waters, freezing as we passed in the twilight ; then the deep darkness of the Vale of Cha- mouni, while yet the rays lingered long on the summit of Mont Blanc. The obelisks of naked mountains, which appear to touch the sky the agitated Sea of Ice be- neath, which the suns of thousands of summers have been unable to melt all assume a wondrous solemnity in the evening hour, as if they were the cathedral of Nature, who was then breathing orisons to her Maker. We reached Chamouni late at night, having performed a walk of thirty- six miles. The ascent of Mont Blanc to its summit, sixteen thousand feet high, is made almost every season by some anxious-to- distinguish-himself person. It requires at least three days, and six guides to each person : the guides at twenty dollars each. The first night the party sleep at the Grand Mulcts, to which the guides carry provisions, wine, &c. a cabin visible from Chamouni, erected for this purpose. The second day the ascent to the top of Mont Blanc is made, and the party return to the Grand Mulcts; there sleep, and return the ensuing day to Chamouni. Vast and terrible glaciers have to be passed in making the ascent, and preci- pices of ice, extending down five hundred feet, crossed. From the top the view is, of course, grand beyond descrip- tion. Lakes Geneva and Neufchatel can be seen, as also Italy. It is the highest point in Europe; but it lacks near ten thousand feet of being as high as some of the Asiatic mountains. Ladies have made the ascent to the top of Mont Blanc. Many of those who have made the ascent have become deranged in mind. The piercing winds, extreme cold, the thin air, so much change the appearance of those who make the ascent that they are scarcely recognizable on their return. The return of a party who have successfully MONT BLANC LK JABDIN. 75 and fairly achieved the ascent is acclaimed at Chamouni by the firing of cannon. Our guide's name was Bulmat. lie is a nephew of the celebrated Joseph Balmat, who was the first of all mankind to stand on the then untrodden summit of the mountain. lie made the ascent some seventy years ago, and afterward perished on the mountain, a martyr to his love of adventurous explorations. The great glaciers, with their cataracts; the numerous lofty, jagged, perpendicular points of granite, called needles, which surround them ; the great three-headed white thing that rises far above all, clad in dazzling snows, the top of Mont Blanc: the little village of Chamouni, lying along the rushing Arve; the chequered board-like patches of mead- ows in the vale; the "silent sea of pines" around the base of Mont Blanc all constitute an unparalleled scene of interest. The glaciers occupy enormous ravines, descend- ing from the summit of the mountain almost down into the vale. It is said they have a slight motion, almost imper- ceptible, but yet obvious in the course of years the ten- dency of the glaciers being to slide down the mountain. Or the lower ends, being in a warmer climate, melt, and mere gravity causes a descent the upper portions being still accumulating. In the course of some hundreds of years an entire glacier may have disappeared. The sides of the glaciers, where they rub against their lofty granite boundaries, are covered with stones and accretions from the "needles" above. The ice is in many places beautifully colored ; in others, it presents an old, weary, gray, and deso- late appearance. There are vast caverns in it long and fathomless furrows. The safe paths across are known to the guides only ; and occasionally a singular groaning, like an electrical convulsion, seems to rush over the glaciers, as if the monster groaned in his frigid, dreary, lifeless desolation. 76 SWITZERLAND. SWITZERLAND. Some days have elapsed. We are now at Martigny, an ancient little Swiss village at the foot of several ranges of mountains. It is on the Drance, a small stream. The inhabitants are afflicted, perhaps beyond any other place in the world, with that dreadful deformity, the goitre. It is so common that the lack of it is considered almost unnatural; and those who have it not are called "goose-necked." There are many theories to account for it. Some attribute it to the water ; some to every cause in the whole category of causes. It is probable it is due to that degeneracy that must come on all human beings who live lor centuries under the same influences, and surrounded by the same scenes and circumstances. Man is migratory; he should vary his circumstances; create new influences; sometimes go to war; any thing to create a change to bring into operation other parts of his system to bring about a new activity or he will degenerate, and sink, and suffer. These Swiss here are wonderfully attached to their coun- try continue in the same employments never emigrate : and probably the goitre is the result. Yet Martigny is a beautiful place; and appears especially so after escaping from the snows and glaciers of Chamouni. It is in the val- ley of the Ehone; and a green, level, and well-cultivated region extends along the river, bounded by high moun- tains. On a hill near the town is a very peculiar looking and strong Eoman ruin or relic of the middle ages a castle or tower of stone, majestic in its age, and frowning down on the transitory present, as if in consciousness of its strength, and its past and its mute unknown history. I walked around on its fallen walls, and climbed to the top of the tower, from whence extends a grand view, embracing the village, the bare mountains around, and the rich plain. The scene is singular and oldi SWITZERLAND. 77 The last day of my stay in the sweet and lovely Vale of Cbamouni I made the ascent of the mountain La Flegiere, on the side opposite Le Mont Blanc, with a friend and a guide, passing some distance by a road through meadows. We began the. stern ascent by a path practicable for mules, wending through dark groves of pines, and accomplished the ascent to the cross on the summit in about three hours. At various places were restaurants, where were ottered wines and other liquors to refresh the weary climbers. From the summit a view of extraordinary magnificence appears. The three peaks of Mont Blanc are most clearly seen in all their snowy majesty. Six great glaciers, with their utterances of cataracts; the pine forests around the mountain's base ; the Arve and Arveiron " raving cease- lessly"; and in the dizzy distance below the variegated fields of Chamouni with Swiss chalets all form a scene of wondrous attraction. The height of La Flegiere is over six thousand feet. The view from the "cross" is indeed a luxury of vision. The glaciers have an old world, weary, and heartless aspect, as if never refreshed by warm human sympathies; never formed by gentle words; never the parents of smiling and lovely flowers : as if their's alone was to be a fate of coldness, gloom, and exemption from all the dear delights of earth apart in their high and freez- ing grandeur, wrapped up in the barrenness of inorganic atomry. After a pleasant dinner at the chalet on the sum- mit we descended. The travelers' books, in which they register their names and make sundry remarks, kept at all these hotels, are quite a curiosity, and serve very well as indications of national and individual characteristics. We saw the names of many of our countrymen, many princes of Europe. We returned to Chamouni late in the evening, and the next day we departed on our course to this place, by the pass of the "Tele Noir," a route replete with sub- lime scenes. The first six miles were through the Vale of 02 78 CASTLE OF CHILLON VEVAY. Chamouni; then over a height affording us last views of hoary Mont Blanc, and his family of glaciers; then we descended into passes between mountains of great elevation, whose sides were dotted with miniature fields of grain, sup- ported by terraces, each contiguous to a little, comfortable- looking cottage, surrounded by fruit-trees and small patches of green pasture, while at the base of the mountain roared a torrent, fed by numerous streams and cascades, whitening and foaming down the sides of the mountains from the gleaming glaciers above. Little Catholic villages, with their ever-open churches, and their musical bells, resound- ing in the lone, unworldly-looking valleys; crosses and shrines on the road-sides, with their weeping Madonnas or their suffering Christs; beggars who spake not, but extended a shattered limb all these were on onr pathway, with their different messages of beauty or of sorrow. We passed through the Valley Valorsine, and the singular tunnel near the Tete Noir, which is asserted to have been con- structed by Napoleon, to facilitate intercourse between dif- ferent parts of his empire. This part of the route has the appearance of danger, and causes the traveler to linger and drink in the wild creations of beauty and desolation. A long ascent then brought us to the top of the Forclaz, from whence, in the direction of Martigny, lay extended a view of remarkable beauty fields, meadows, fruit-trees; and in our rear rose the cold and old Mont Blanc, mingling with the clouds, and radiant in sunset. Then descending by many zigzags, and passing through lowlands, we found our- selves in this goitred and unhappy-looking village. CASTLE OF CHILLON VEVAY. But I am now at Villeneuve, Hotel Byron, at the head of Lake Geneva, or Leman. The lake spreads before me with its wondrous blueness, as if rivaling the sky. On the left are the " Alps, where eternity is throned in icy halls of cold CASTLE OF CHILLON VEVAY. 79 sublimity." And here is Byron's little isle, near the shore, with its three tall trees; and just on the right, founded on a rook jutting into the lake, is the Castle of Chillon, gray and Gothic. While around this hotel, to which Lord Byron's name is given as his genius has rendered tiicse scenes classic are beautiful parterres, promenades, terraces, flower- beds, the whole gently sloping to the musical, wave-dash- ing lake. With a guide, to-day I have been through the castle. It is now used as a magazine for cannon and gun- powder. We were shown large oaken halls, with curious old furniture, pictures, the Duke of Savoy's apartment, then that of the Duchess, commanding a most enchanting view over the lake ; also the Chapel, the Hall of Justice, and other places the castle being large, and said to be eight hundred years old. But so much splendor in the past has its counterpart, and he took us into the dungeons below. We saw the prison, rendered celebrated by one of the most beautiful and affecting of Lord Byron's shorter poems, the "Seren pillars of Qothio mould, In Chillon 's dungeons deep and old." The rings to fasten the prisoners to were still there; and a path is worn in the hard, stone pavement by their feet, as they, bear- like, trod round and round, as far as their chains permitted. The names of many persons, Lord Byron's among others, are on the columns. At the extreme end is a horrid, dark, ghostly place, an oubliette, or chamber of for- getfulness, a sort of well, lined all around with sharp spikes, into which they were thrown, or let down with a windlass, to perish in forgetful ness, while mirth, music, and power feasted above. The guide also showed us a kind of wall or platform, on which many Jews, one at a time, were burnt to death ; then another oubliette, and we had " done" it. The green ivy grows around the white walls on the outside. The castle itself, though more modern and much less in 80 VEVAY. decay than many others, seerns to enshroud some destiny of darkness. There is such a thing as an evil physiognomy impressed even on a mere building. The life that has been lived in a house often writes itself on the walls, and looks out upon us in a gay, lively, or gloomy expression. The place partakes of its past. And an unquiet memory haunts the place where evil actions have been perpetrated. People say, " I do not like such a place : I do not know why." Tt is because there is a mute appealing there that would be heard an unvoiced spirit lingers about the place. Other places, on the contrary, impress us with an involuntary feel- ing of gladness. We left Martigny yesterday, by Diligence, and arrived at this place, passing through scenery essentially Swiss, and all lovely as a poetic creation. There was the cataract Pissevache, three hundred or more feet high, made by the river Salenche ; there were rugged mountains glaciered over with solid seas of snow, soft and pleasant vales between ; narrow-streeted and ancient-looking villages ; churches and chapels cut out of solid rock ; cathedrals with relics and memoirs of Charlemagne ; bridges built by Caesar; and, in short, as much beauty as could be stowed into twenty-eight miles. We saw the place where the swift Rhone clears its way between heights which appear "as lovers who have parted"; and the opening of the scene toward Lake Geneva, the green, peaceful hills, in contrast to Alpine glaciers; old cities, gray and tile-roofed, sitting by the blue waters: all were beautiful. No wonder the Swiss are patriotic and love their country. It would be easy to form deathless and romantic attachments to a country that is all a delight Yet there is a breadth, an expansion of mind, a largeness of thought felt in America, to which this country is a stranger. America is the land for the accomplishing of great deeds; this for poetry, romance, superstition, relics, and the contracting, the back-looking ties of the heart. It VKVAY. 81 must be admitted, too, that in passing through Switzerland, the Cantons in which Protestantism prevails, appear to better advantage and have fewer beggars, and less general abject ness than those of the Catholics. But once more at Geneva, this strongly-fortified city, " by the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone." Leaving Ville neuve yesterday, I had a pleasant excursion along the banks of the lake, passing Montreux, with its very pictur- esque situation on a rugged Alpine projection ; its ivy-grown old church, from the terrace of which a view of rare loveli- ness, embracing the lake and the Alps, extends; its foun- tains, water-falls, etc.; then Clarens and Vevay, which are small cities on the lake shore, occupying situations of ro mantic beauty. Vine-plantations and terraces are in the rear, from which are seen the snowy Alps beyond the lake's blue waters. Here the air is pleasant and genial; the situ- ation most healthful, and the sun is rarely clouded. It is impossible to exaggerate the beauty of these shores which have given inspiration to, and received fame from, such talents as were possessed by Byron and Rousseau. From the terrace near the old Cathedral of Bevay is a pros- pect of wondrous beauty. I stood there and gazed long, till the eye and heart both were loth to leave the scene. Protestantism has taken Switzerland in spots. This is a Protestant city, and the grand old cathedral listens to Pro testant sermons instead of Catholic masses. In it is buried one of the three judges who condemned King Charles I. of England. The old grave-yard just back of the church is interesting ; the sleepers sleeping in the midst of glorious scenery : the ivy, the vine, the Alps, and the lovely lake all near. Vevay is a much frequented resort for travelers, on account of the super-excellence of the " Hotel Monnet,'' with its beautiful bowered garden on the lake. The shores of this lake, (here only two or three miles wide,) are remark- able on account of the number of celebrated characters who 6 82 BERNE. have sought repose from the griefs of heart and head, in the lovely scenery. Voltaire's school, where he lectured, and in which he used that singular, pregnant expression, " If there be no God, one ought to be invented" ; the old church, on which is the inscription, "Erected to God by Voltaire" ; the residence of Madame de Stahl ; Lord Byron's residence (Diodati), in which he composed the principal part of the third canto of Childe Harold all are on these coasts. It is singular how small a portion of our emotions are utter- able. A single glance around, an old ruin, a word, a tone, a ripple, a sunbeam, each may have a powerful spell to evoke in the heart what no language can give birth to. This is the unwritten and only occasionally and transiently felt poetry of an old world, amidst sublime scenery, such as that at present around me. BERNE. August 27th. We have of late reached this pleasant city, the capital of the Swiss Confederation. It is on the river Aar, whose singularly blue waters wind entirely around it. Here the German language predominates, but at the hotels French is spoken, and a little English. The city has about twenty-five thousand inhabitants. The principal streets are wide, houses supported on arcades, on the plan of the Rue de Rivoli in Paris ; but here the arcades are lower, the columns not so light and elegant, nor so high, but stout, solid, and Dutch-like. The city being on the slope of ground declining toward the Aar, admits of pleasant rivulets of water, running in small canals, through the middle of the streets. The Cathedral here is one of the splendid Gothic works of the middle ages, with a profusion of sculptured statues, arches, groinings, architraves, stained windows, grand organ, a slice of heaven to hear the latter, tombs, etc., all of which have been converted to Protestantism. Not far from the Cathedral is a terrace, at a great height above BERXE. 83 the Aar. It has monuments to various old Bernese heroes, who killed huge, monster bears on this place, and thus founded the city, and called it Berne, which means the " bear city." There are elegant promenades here, and it is adorned with trees. But trees, bears, music, heroes, sculp- ture, must all succumb to the real, sublime magnificence of Nature. There is a view of the Alps, the Bernese Ober- land, from the terrace, which is really overpowering. To the southeast, you may see a huge wilderness of silent and sublime, snowed and glaciered mountains, lost in clouds and laved in sunlight. They are probably one hundred miles off. In their whke mantles, they look like ghosts of gone, great worlds, and the impression they make on the heart is one of its eternities. The promenades, avenues, heights, around Berne, are lovely, and its inhabitants are clever, in- dustrious, unpretending and moral. The city is all built of stone ; and under the arcades are the principal shops and hotels, along which is a pleasant, covered promenade. The great town-clock striking "twelve," makes a tremendous ado about it ; figures of angels, bears, trumpeters Death himself come out, stalk around, blow horns, and do vari- ous other things, to the edification of the gazers. The clock is in an immense, old, prison-looking tower, the street passing through an arch under it. ' Leaving Tevay a few days ago, I returned in a beautiful little steamer on Lake Geneva to Geneva. The trip down the lake's blue waters, along these old, walled and pictur- esquely situated villages; the mouldering castles peering through groves and vine-plantations; the dark-chasmed Jura mountains on one side, the Alps on the other ; then the white city of Geneva, at the extreme end of the lake, rising into view as yo approach, all form a panorama of beauty at which the eye scarcely even tires of gazing. Ar- rived in Geneva we spent some days in that city of good hotels and ecclesiastical recollections. Among the rather 84: BERNE. few objects of interest it offers to the travelers, (it compen- sates, however, in its environs,) is the junction of the Khone and the Arve, a mile from the city. The Rhone, with its extraordinary and inexplainable blueness, rushes along with great rapidity, meets but does not mingle with the Arve, which, being born from the glaciers of Chamouni, partakes of the usual extreme whiteness of glacier-water, a kind of compromise color is the result ; but neither stream is as beautiful as before ; and, as in the case of most com- promises, both appear to be sullenly dissatisfied the Rhone regretting its blueness, and the Arve its whiteness which they enjoyed up in the serpentine, delicious vales of their youth before marriage. Resuming our route from Geneva, we again sailed up the lake as far as Ouchy, the port of the beautiful city of Lau- sanne. On our way up, gazing to the right, I was favored with the rare privilege of seeing Mont Blanc, the monster mountain, in all his snowy sublimity, near sixty miles off. All the other mountains, which, when one is near him, seem almost as high as he, were utterly invisible. The red clouds were hanging around him like folds of tapestry, and his dazzling snowy head looked over earth, and seemed to lean on heaven. Arrived at Ouchy, on the lake (at this place Lord Byron wrote, in two days, the "Prisoner of Chillon,") we took passage thence iu an omnibus, which bore us, by a long way leading up a hill, by a road enclosed by high walls bounding grape plantations, to the very beautiful, but rather Italian-looking city of Lausanne, where, at the large but indifferently-kept Hotel Gibbon so- called because it is on the site of Gibbon's house and garden, in which he wrote the " Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire," we rested a day. LAUSANNE. 85 LAUSANNE. Lausanne has about fifteen thousand inhabitants, and is probably the most pleasant of all the cities of Switzerland, for sojourning in. The old Cathedral with its nine hundred years of age, its four hundred and seventy-two columns, its tombs, (one of them to Lady Canning, by Canova,) its fine situation, the museum, which is really extensive in the geological, mineralogical, and zoological departments, containing some interesting relics of the first Napoleon, his maps, and some observations in his own handwriting; the singular-looking old streets, with their numerous stone stair-cases, the city being built on three hills and their intervening deep valleys, the stone fountains, with the bright, clear, sparkling, ice-cold water leaping out; the somewhat singular costumes of the peasantry ; their settled, satisfied, unambitious appearance, so different from our in- cessant American onwardness; all these, together with a cloudless sky above, a blue, heavenly-looking lake below, and eternally snow-mantled and glaciered mountains across, give the traveler, in his sojourn here, a constant feast addressed to his intellect or his eye. From Lausanne we departed, by a Swiss railway, through a beautiful vine and grass country, to Yverdon on Lake Neufchatcl. Up this lake, some twenty-seven miles long, five or six wide, with its banks vine-clad, and pretty and neat-looking villages sitting on the slopes, with ruins, castles, churches, we sailed in a steamer to Neufchatel. The waters of the lake are as blue as those of Lake Leman ; the scenery is not so bold, but prettier and softer. Neufchatel contains about seven thou- sand inhabitants, who, as in many of the other Swiss cities, are engaged in manufacturing watches, teeth, ornaments in gold and silver, carved wooden-work, etc. Beautiful as are the situations of many of these towns, on their hills and with their ivy -clad churches and ruins, the traveler who H 86 BEKNE. examines them in detail must not expect the gratification of all the senses; the sense of smell is frequently 'violently offended ; and while the eye or the mind may be in rapture over a ravishing scene, it protests that Europe does not smell well. Leaving Neufchatel. which belongs to Prussia, in a Dili- gence, we earne some twenty-eight miles to BERNE, passing over, perhaps, the finest part of Switzerland, agri- culturally considered ; with fine views of lakes (in one of which is an island, in which Rousseau spent many days of exile); and we also saw the sunset rays disporting themselves on the summits of far-off glaciers, where they linger longest in prismatic loveliness, as if to console them for the moving trees, the green, living grass, which their cold bosoms must bear never. How beautiful those far-off snowy mountains in this old land, their surfaces covered with glaciers at all degrees of inclination, and clad in colors of unpictured love- liness! It is Europe the old, historical, and lovely and not America great, progressive, young and ardent, but without the dying, dreaming beauty of a historical, cele- brated past. Town-lots, and new cities and railroads, and steamboats and reaping-machines and sewing-machines, are our mercenary, mechanical pursuits; and the great, old, quiet contemplations of nature, by which genius and art are born, are sacrificed to the modern gods of physical com- fort and utility. We are an unquiet, restless, agonized people, repeating with less art and genius experiments of human nature, the falseness and vanity of which are seen in old Europe. But we intend to do it, and resolve to repeat them often often. These people have a kind of ex- perimental, practical knowledge of man and of men, due to the constant attrition of an overcrowded continent, that we in our sparsedly settled country have not. 'Ve read, but FREIBURG. 87 they learn and see. Thinking is scarcely so common in Europe as with us; but there is more perception, and more knowledge with less theory. FRSIBURO. But we are off in the Diligence to Freiburg, this glorious Saturday evening. We pass out of the gates of Berne, guarded l>y two enormous bears in stone, which look at us fiercely funny. During this day we have visited the Baren- graben. The good Bernese not contenting themselves with plaster and bronze bears, have constructed a large, walled courtyard, in which are several live specimens of their favorite animal. They seem to lead an easy, careless existence, and look like impersonations of fat easy, well- to-do bearhood happy in the happiness they give to the Bernese. You throw to them apples, and you take a slice of enjoyment yourself, in watching their movements. Of course there would be a fine opening for you to say that the lions of Berne are all bears: but don't you do it. We also visited the interior of the Cathedral, and were led about by an old lady, the curiosity-keeper of the place. It is truly a splendid Gothic edifice : its organ is one of the finest in the world ; and in the church are several remains of the old Catholic times ; tombs, monuments, etc., with inscriptions in Latin, French, German ; and there are busts of the apos- tles and prophets ; and relics of the grand times, far more interesting than the present, when all things in these churches were in keeping with the ascendancy of a gorge- ous superstition. But though the Canton of Berne is Pro- testantized, on our way to Freiburg we see the large, wooden crosses erected on the roadside, to revive and encourage Catholic feelings in the bosom of the traveler, and are con- vinced that Catholicism is yet in the world, and that we are now entering one of the Catholic Cantons again. The in- habitants in these vales seem devoted principally to the 88 FREIBURG. raising of grain, clover, hay and, but that the houses are not so good, nor the people so intelligent, one might fancy himself gazing on one of the fertile valleys among the mountains of the Middle States. But here is that hideous goitre again, an immense protuberance or swelling in the neck; and here are poor, miserable people collecting the manure falling on the road, in baskets, and selling it : thus demonstrating that there are many ways of making a living in this world. Poor Europe ! she has her millions of hard livers and low livers filthy wretches, in whom humanity is distorted ; and between whom and what might be called ordinary comfort, is an immeasurable ascent. But afar oft' .rise the snowy Alps, gilt by the resplendent sunset. Their multiform peaks look like giants supporting the earth, hoary with age, and weary. They have sat there in frozen, changeless majesty, for thousands of years, addressing the sublime feeling in man, and trophying the greatness of their Creator. While in Berne, we called on the resident Minister of the American Legation, who is more than a mere minister a good author and poet; and more than either minister or poet a Christian and good man. We were much pleased with his acquaintance. The representatives of our country in Europe, whom we have seen, are very fair and able men ; and the doctrine of rotation in office might be far more beautifully applied in rotating those persons about their business, who are so anxious to dispossess those from offices, which require the tact and knowledge which only the experience of years can give, than in ousting experi- enced possessors. But here, underneath this mellow August moon, you enter the old, picturesque town of Freiburg. You see first the high tower of the Cathedral, two hundred and fifty feet high; you pass over an immense suspension-bridge; you stop at a hotel bearing the name of one of the renowned PKEIBUBG. 89 chiefs of the middle ages (Zaehringen Hof). From your window you can see several old towers rising in the midst of the half-decayed walls which once surrounded the town. The town itself looks obsolete, mysterious, and visionary. On a high point of a mountain near, stands a solitary square feudal watch-tower, with numerous portholes, with the walls decayed all around, the tower itself impregnable to time. You then cross a wire suspension-bridge thrown over a deep gorge: the bridge is six hundred and forty feet long, and three hundred and seventeen feet high. Then comes another feudal stone tower, around which cling fragments of walls; then there is the longest suspension-bridge in Europe for these people are great on suspension-bridges. It is nine hundred and forty-one feet long and one hundred and eighty feet high, and extends across the river Savine. This tower is a stronghold of Catholicism. The Jesuits are here in great power ; and here the suspected were tortured into Ca- tholicism. We go to church here, truly indeed " not for the doctrines, but the music there," for the organ is said to be one of the grandest in the world. Its voice is like the mighty utterance of hitherto mute Nature. It is said to be the richest toned organ in the world. You see the church crowded, and the gorgeous mummery of Catholicism going on for it is much easier to act devotion than to feel it. Catholicism here seems to be dramatic devotion. The Catholic church is the most splendid and powerful institu- tion which has ever existed in the world. The empires of Assyria and Home are not to be compared to it in power, magnificence, or influence over the feelings. Its grand, stately music ; its imposing ceremonies ; its sculptures ; its paintings ; even its candles burning in mid-day ; -the myste- rious order of unmarried men devoted to it alone; its saints, legends, purgatory; its Pope; its crosses all powerfully brand into the heart of humanity. The old wall of Freiburg yet surrounds the town, and is H2 90 FREIBURG. said to be the most nearly perfect of all the fortifications of the middle ages. The present city was founded about six hundred years ago, by the father of him who founded Berne. The present wall appears to have been built on a more ancient one; the gray, time-eaten stones of which underneath, present a very ancient appearance. The wall varies in height. Where a huge gorge alongside rendered an attack almost useless, it is much lower. In other places it is forty or fifty feet high, and seven or eight broad. I counted fif- teen or twenty towers of various shapes and heights, some at least one hundred feet high. They are built of large square masses of stone; have numerous windows; different stories or compartments ; would contain hundreds of soldiers ; and seem not only able to withstand the material enemies that assaulted them, but also the great enemy of all things, terrestrial Time himself, who devours his own offspring. Of course these fortifications are utterly useless in modern warfare, since the invention of cannons and bombs ; but in the ages when battles were fought, the soldiers grappling hand to hand or hurling lances, this place must have been almost impregnable, the city having been built on a succes- sion of precipices. Sunday, that calm and blessed institution, whose influence on the heart of man is soothing as music, does not exist here; is not in Europe unless in England or Scotland at least as it is seen in America. Humankind require a Sun-' day, and will deteriorate without it. It is the resting of part of our nature and the action of another part; the rest of earth and the action of heaven. But these wretched people carry a lowness in their countenances. Europe has produced greater men than America ; greater individuals ; greater cities, churches, intellectual works, but in no instance a greater people. That is the mission of America. There man is magnified. The tyranny of superstition, under the name of Religion, worse than any political FBKIBUBO. 91 tyranny, is not on him there the air is uncursed by this damning, contracting, soul- withering thing, that delights the eye and fancy, and pleases the ear, but shrivels up the soul called the Church of Rome. Here man lives and breathes, but hardly, for centuries of inherited unprogres- siveness cling around him. Tradition and custom tyrannize over him ; and the what has been precludes any thing better to be. But here is the old Jesuits 1 convent, immense and mean- looking, with its high wall around the courtyard to keep in due bounds young inclinations, and to keep out young lovers. Adjoining is a high, iron-grated tower, now used as a prison. In old times it was the place where the Jesuits applied the rack. It is even yet called "LeMauvaise Tour," the bad tower. It has indeed a bad, wicked, heart- less look. In both of these, human nature has been crushed out, and the Devil rejoiced in his great, strong power, and in his fit agents. The oppressor and the oppressed are now alike in the dust of three hundred years. But the organ. We heard it to-night in all its glory of sound. We entered the church and walked through its piles of columns. It was dark, except far in the choir end was a dim light. A corpse, by a Catholic custom, lays in its coffin in the church all night. One was in the church with its black covering, pictured with death-heads and death mottos. But the organ began. It was such music as stirs the infinite deep within us. It stormed, it raved, it wept, it howled, it growled, it prayed, it expostulated, it despaired, it died, it was damned; it entered into sorrow inconceiv- able a mute memory that would not down, clinging in wordless melancholy : it rose again ; it suffered ; it reached out into far years of the future away, away, away; a heart wailing, it went into dust, lifeless; was lonely as eternity; had no God ; then came upon new worlds; dis- 92 FREIBURG. covered the shores of the Hope-land ; attempted the utter- ance of the unutterable : it was a poem a life an agony. It ceased, and you were not sad, or glad, or sordid, but comforted, for a mighty utterance of mute meaning was drawn out of your soul, and you had fathomed your heart more deeply, and out of it had come memories that had slept like stratified rocks. It was one of the gigantic, mysterious compositions of the unfathomable-souled Carl Maria Von Weber. The effect of all was heightened by the darkness, and the fitful shadows flitting like spectres along old and gray columns. The organist is said to have no superior. The concert was gotten up by the travelers at the hotel. But the four old, gray towers rise up in the moonlight, each on its separate hill. The walls and warlike builders sleep in the dust together. On them these towers have looked down for ages. But they too will moulder the ruin to the ruin. Above both, however, looks down an everlasting star, like the great purpose of each life, which God alone knows, and which he can keep working on from generation to generation. Below, in the narrow gorge, sings out the voice of the cataract to the hoar ruin above, itself fresh and joyous and un weakened and unworn by age. In the principal square in Freiburg, there is shown a linden or lime tree, three and a half centuries old. Its heavy branches are propped up by stone walls. It is viewed with great veneration, as it was a twig in the hands of a brave Swiss soldier, who, returning from the battle of Morat, near this, in which his countrymen were victori- ous, was only able to say, " Rejoice, the victory is ours !" when he fell and expired. The twig was planted on the spot, and has overshadowed it for more than three hun- dred years. (NTERLAKIN. 93 IN'TERLAKBN. are now at luterlaken, near and under the Alps, of whose snow heads, dreadful and strange, look out underneath their cap of clouds. This is a pretty place, any good hotels and boarding-houses in it. It is situated in a gorge of the Alps, near Lake Thun, a lovely, blue sheet of water, some ten miles long, and two or three broad, a child of the Alps, laving the feet of its mighty parent. We led Freiburg this morning at five o'clock, in the Diligence, returned to Berne, thence by Diligence through a lovely and well-cultivated region to Thun, drawing nearer to the monster Alps the fertile vale of the Aar on our right. At Thun, situated where the Aar rushes out of the lake, we dined and rambled through the narrow, winding streets. and explored a very grotesque and picturesque-looking old castle built of stone, on an arm of the mountain. It has singular turrets; the view from the top is impressive; and the rooms, hangings, armor, courtyard, prison, winding, stone stairways, terraces, chapels, seem to tell of the strong old times of chivalrous courtesy, power, pride, and posses- sion. At Thun, which is larger than Interlaken, with other travelers, got into a little steamer, which bore us on its blue waters, the mirrors of the mighty Alps above, to Newhaus. a small place at the extremity of the lake, whence an omni- bus brought us three miles further to the town. This name. Interlaken, signifies " between the lakes," as it is situated between Lakes Thun and Brienne, the latter immediately above. It is the most pleasant and agreeable little place we have yet seen. The blue Aar, a creation of the glaciers above, disports itself in splendid waterfalls, then expands into mirrory lakes ; then, as if dissatisfied with an inactive life, rushes with great rapidity out of one lake, a let-loose Alpine torrent then rests itself meditatingly, forming Lake Thun as if struck by awe at the hugely raachiolated walls 94 WEtfGERN ALPS. of mighty Alps above it; then, concluding to be useful, it leaves Lake Thun, and fertilizes a great extent of country. We are in the midst of the fruit-season here : plums, apri- cots, peaches, pears, are quite abundant; strawberries and blackberries are offered you everywhere. In passing through these fertile Swiss vales, we see the industrious peasantry, women as well as men, at laborious work in the fields. Some were threshing with the flail, that labor-saving instru- ment, the American threshing-machine, being unknown. We are about to take, on foot, the excursion through the Bernese Oberland Alps, the finest that can be taken among the Alps, after that of Chamouni. WENGERN ALPS. We are now at Grindelwalder, this evening, September 1st, right among the high Alps. Around us are the Great Eigher, thirteen thousand feet high ; Le Monch ; the Schrekhorn, or Terrible Peak; the Wetterhorn, or Tem- pest Peak, and others, which it is a glory to see, all covered with snow which has lain there for a thousand years. Their craggy, awful, precipitous summits have light clouds dangling around them. The valley in which we are, is green and fertile. Small, square wheat-fields, rich and yel- low, look out from green pastures, and wooden, Swiss cot- tages, of fantastic shapes, cling to the mountain-sides, each house with its little specialty of humanity within. The sun has set behind Alpine mountains, and in a great gorge, high up between two giant mountains, peers the moon. We left Interlaken this morning at eight o'clock, hired a guide for several days, at seven francs a day ($1.40). He speaks French and German, no English. We came by car- riage six miles, to the village of Lauterbrunnen, where the ascent commences. We passed some Swiss cottages, looking comfortable and neat,, with orchard-grounds around. Soon, on our right, we sawaii ancient ruin almost surrounded and WKNQERN ALPS. 95 surmounted by dense vegetation, situated at the foot of a mountain ; and in front of it are grand views of the snowy Alps. It is the Castle of Ounspunnen, the former resi- dence of a noble but now extinct family, but it generally goes by the name of Manfred's Castle, from a supposition that Lord Byron had it in bis eye when mentally arranging the scenes of his most sublime poem, " Manfred." We now passed into a narrow valley between lofty mountains, from which leaps bright, fairy waterfalls, the grand peak of the Jungfrau in sight, snowy and bold. Soon we passed a dreary place, of very ill repute; a rock, on which it is said the Lord of Rothenflue murdered his brother, after which deed he became a miserable wanderer over the earth, like Cain. Lauterbrunnen, or Fountain Vale, is a small Swiss village; one or two hotels; guides here pester you to em- ploy them or their mules. It is situated in a deep valley, into which the sun is late coming, and from which he dis- appears at two or three o'clock in the afternoon ; yet it is fertile, and though quite a narrow valley, has pleasant pas- ture-fields, and some grain-fields. Thirty waterfalls, born from the high mountains above, leap out into the valley. One of these, the Staubach, or Dust Stream, is cele- brated in glowing terms by Lord Byron, Wordsworth, and others. It is nine hundred feet high. Two rapid torrents leap first in angry foam from the rocks, descend several hundred feet, then are apparently lost in rainbows blown about by the wind : the cataract is no more, it has died in glory. A projecting rock, a hundred feet or more below, condenses again the vapor, which now laughs down its sides, rejoicing in its new resurrection after its desperate leap and death. It is beautiful as an avalanche of inno- cent lightning. Its beauty is perfect. We now began by a steep, zigzag course, the ascent of the Wengern Alps. The scene is highly picturesque; lourists, like ourselves, on foot, each with Alpine stock, and with guides carrying bag- 96 WENGERN ALPS. gage, consisting of a knapsack to each person; ladies as- cending on mules or horses ; some carried up, seated on a chaise made for that purpose, supported by two men all these winding around the mountain, the valley below grad- ually narrowing, till at length it is hidden, and the higher regions come into view. Little girls offer you pretty, wild Alpine flowers, which you can purchase for a few sous; beggars beg on various pretenses. At some places your toilsome ascent can be enlivened by strawberries and cream, offered you by Swiss girls, generally seated near some spring fed by cold glaciers ; some blow on the Alpine horn as you approach, and are answered from distant rocks, high up in the mountains, by the sweetest echoes ever heard ; some fire off small cannon, whose echoes growl along miles of mountains. Wherever it is possible there are pretty little fields of grain, grass, or pasturage for life must be borne, and its support wrenched out of these granite hills in some way. But our course is still upward. We wind around the mountain, having in one place a most mag- nificent view of that wind-tossed cataract, the Staubach. We attain an elevation of five thousand feet, and the great Jungfrau the "Young Girl Mountain" so called on account of the purity of its snow, comes fully into view. It is a grand sight rising ou your right, like a separate world of snow its peaks invading the cloud-lands. It seems near, though in reality afar off. It has been very rarely ascended, being considered utterly inaccessible till within the last few years. Its point is thirteen thousand feet high. Other snowy peaks and glaciers rise in congre- gated sublimity afar off. The mountain we were ascending. on account of its southern exposure, was green and beau- tiful, contrasting admirably with the snows and awful deso- lation of the Jungfrau. Fierce torrents, rushing out of glaciers, make tremendous leaps, which reverberate from mountain to vale. Here is where avalanches are most fro- WENOERN ALPS. 97 quently seen. We heard their thundering noise as we as- cended, rising from different and invisible parts of the mountain, and we saw several on the side next to us. A small quantity of snow, in appearance, from the great dis- tance, but in reality a ponderous mass, is detached by the action of the wind or sun ; and accumulating as it descends with great velocity into the valley, makes a noise like a dis- charge of a whole park of artillery. Near the summit of our ascent we found a small lake multiplying and reflecting the form of the mighty Jungfrau. On the summit of the mountain we ascended, (the Wengern Alp,) is a hotel, six thousand six hundred and ninety feet above the sea. Here many travelers, like ourselves, Jjad arrived. Our dinner was soon served, consisting in part of roasted chamois- flesh, which, though rather black looking, was not unpalat- able after our great climb. We then began the descent into the Valley of Grindelwald passing down into a region of pines, and having on our side the great Snowy Eigher, or "Giant Mountain," almost as high as the Jungfrau. To our left rose the Foulhorn, of a conical shape, at a great distance; also the Wetterhorn and Schrekhorn on our right. The descent was by an extremely steep and terribly rough path. The vale and village before us looked most charming as we descended gems of Swiss chalets in emer- ald settings of meadows. Approaching one of the latter, two Swiss girls raised the song of Ran/, dea Vaches one of them accompanying her voice on an instrument. The t'lYect in this unworldly glacier-environed vale, was fine. Other .songs were also sung this being their way of levy, ing a contribution on the stranger who penetrates into their valley. We at length reached a comfortable hotel in the village, where good tea and honey the latter is very good here repaired our exhausted frames, preparatory to another day of mountain-climbing. There are two great glaciers in this valley, coining out between the Eigher and Wettec* 7 I 98 THE GREAT SCHEIDEGG. horn, so low down as to touch the wheat and clover patches. They have their green and blue ice, and their fountains, quitting the fixedness of ages for the fluidity of life-lea.p- ing gladly out like a long pent-up child. They form the sources of the Black Luischine, which roars through this vale. We have come in all twenty-four miles to-day. This morning, Wednesday, September 2d, our guide, who is polite and attentive as Swiss guides generally are called us up at an early hour, and soon after breakfast we began the ascent of THE GREAT SCHEIDEGG. We left the Valley of Grindelwald, making a detour to the right by a most dreadful path, and explored part of a vast glacier, entering by an enormous fissure in it the green ice hanging overhead. We descended to a rapid stream, which flows underneath the glacier. We were in a house of Alpine ice, and heard the crashing and washing of the stream in the invisible depths of the cold ice monster glacier. Afterward, ascending, we made an excursion on the sur- face, passing by some steps cut into the ice, our Alpine stick being of great service in enabling us to avoid slipping down into the caverns and chasms. Resuming our journey, we continued for some hours ascending up, up the giant Wetterhorn peak, on our right, rising almost perpendicu- larly thousands of feet his summit held fast in chains of many-ribbed ice, the melting of which caused numerous torrents, which fell in cascades, some of them more than a hundred feet in descent. Here is Nature, grand, sublime, and mighty Nature! here are the Alps, in their fearful majesty, with their glaciers, like suddenly solidified seas, when tem- pest-tost! About noon we reached the summit, seven thou- sand feet high, and a single step left the green Swiss Vale of Grindelwald, with the two great, aged, yawning glaciers be- hind. We now 'descended again snow mountains still on THE GREAT SCHKIDEGG. 99 our right one very high, called the Monch, or Monk, from its resembling the apparition of a vast white-cowled or hooded priest. There are numerous cascades in this place. I counted nine from one mountain. We soon came to another glacier the Rosenlaui Glacier, so called from the flushed, sunset rose-color of the ice. It is regarded as the finest in Switzerland. Near this is the Hotel Rosenlaui, where we dined. It is in the midst of a scene of wild sub- limitycascades, torrents, and bald, bare limestone moun- tains ; all of which continue visible for some time as one descends and new beauties unfold themselves. A cascade, called the " Cord," has a descent of more than five hundred feet. It is first a playful scrambler from rock to rock. It is lost in air; it reappears on another rock; it makes a leap shivers, expands, condenses; and after performing other evolutions, it disappears altogether in an abyss, like the ghost of a glacier. All the falls, however, which we have yet seen are eclipsed by the Beiohenbach, which we snw this evening. It is a most attractive "thing of beauty." You linger near it, as if some portion of God's own love- liness were in it It is more beautiful than Niagara, because smaller and more comprehensible by the mind. Niagara is too grand and mighty: it requires days to be- gin to feel it. The Keichenbach consists of six distinct falls, descending in all more than six hundred feet. A con- stant shower of mist envelopes the spaces around, and the vegetation is remarkably rich in consequence a young, playful tornado, engendered by the rapidly rushing waters, being perpetually entangled among the branches. It is situated among and partly surrounded by high rocka.''"! stood and looked at the fearfully beautiful and endlessly varied scene of rushing, frothing, Alpine -waters. It seemed as if Nature herself was proud of this her work, and cherished it in her bosom ; for some of the finest views of it are almost inaccessible. The Book of Nature has many 100 GRIMSEL. uncut leaves in it, yet a single cataract like this is exhaust- less in its impressions. It is perpetually changing; and from whatever point of view contemplated is a new thing, all a delight. It has its dome of rocks, its hair of rainbows, its drapery of misty and dancing clouds. As you descend into the sweet and lovely Swiss vale in which Meyringen is situated, the views are of the finest kind imaginable the sublime and the lovely : the snowy, hoary, everlasting heights above; the great cataracts all around; the chequered wheat-fields; the peculiar costumes; the carved gables of the old wooden houses, thoroughly Swiss in appearance, with extensive eaves ; the travelers arriving at the hotels, with couriers and guides for travel here is the principal institution of the country these all form a panorama of beauty. We reached .Meyringen at six o'clock, having traveled twenty miles. But at length, this evening, Thursday, September 3d, we have reached % THE GRIMSEL HOSPICE, having completed our day's allotment of twenty miles of mountains of almost continuous ascent, having made one of the grandest, most sublime, and rugged passes in the Alps. The hotel, or hospice, consists of a single, large, low, thick- walled stone building, in a scene of tremendous desolation apparently in the utmost limits of vegetation. Formerly it was a place where monks, who now keep it as a hotel, kept open house and hospitality to relieve the poor peasants whose necessities obliged them to make this pass in winter. Several dogs being maintained here to perambulate the snow-drifts, these met us with their wild, uncouth welcome as we arrived. The monks do all the service of the hotel, apparelled in black gowns and devotional with beads. They are kind and accommodating now for the money. My win- dow looks out on a black, deep, still unfrozen lake it GRIMSEL. 101 being fed by a warm spring. Around it are rocks, or rather mountains, hundreds of feet high, bare and bald except where the hardy moss has found a footing of green- ness. A torrent from the glacier comes down from the top of the mountain along a crevice in the rocks whitening and foaming till it falls into the lake. Beyond the summits of the mountains are great glaciers, jungles of ice, forests of icicles, far down in whose depths is no change of climate forever. One of these that in which the River Aar, which foamed along our course for the entire day, origin- ates is eighteen miles long. Here the iron hand of Winter rests forever. The fir-tree and the Alpine rhododendron became smaller as we ascended, and then ceased altogether. A few rich, red, yellow, and blue flowers continued with us: these, during a few weeks in the year, live their life of beauty, where even the hardy oak and pine cannot subsist, and diffuse a loveliness around bleak and bare desolation. We left Meyringen this morning at eight o'clock. The scenery all day has been very grand. Meyringen is in a fertile valley, and the inhabitants look better and the women are prettier than in other valleys. It is almost surrounded by water-falls, whose cold glacier-mothers look awfully down from vast heights on their playful, runaway, leaping children. Near the town rises a single old gray tower, the relic of a castle belonging once to a powerful family all of whom are long since extinct. It stands as their solitary memento, and trees and shrubs are growing on it. The Reichenbach Cascade continues in sight for some time along our route. The upper chute is three hundred feet high a vision of beauty. Our course lay along the Aar, which foamed furiously far below us in the deep, wild valley, till we traced its course up to its birth-place in the Aar Glacier. We passed many peasants with pack-mules each mule having a large wooden vessel full of wine strapped on each side of him. These are the ships of the Alps, convey- 12 102 GEIMSEL. ing the produce of some of the fertile mountain slopes toward Italy into other regions; also supplies for almost inaccessible hotels for travelers must go everywhere and the more difficult the more certainly visited. As we entered more deeply into the pass, we observed a change for the worse in the appearance of the peasants; more disease almost every one appearing to have some personal de- fect these valleys not admitting that due admixture of sunlight and shade which is necessary for the perfection of the human physique. They grow too much in the shade. Yet they love their poor, rough, sublime country. We passed through a most lonesome village in a retired part of the valley. Nothing seemed to be there but goitre, priests, and Catholicism. They were all at a funeral. I stood still and saw the long, dreary procession pass by me. In another place near I could see the sexton digging the grave throw- ing up with the clay numerous skulls and human bones the ground having been perhaps very often reburied in. The women looked like dejected hags. A church bell from the Cathedral sent up a dismal toll through the retired and lonely valley. Ascending, it was interesting to notice how vegetation became thinner as we rose into the awful regions of bald rocks, where avalanches of mountains had come down, and where earth's past throes were written in the upheaving of the solid crust of granite to the light of day. But the Cataract of Haridek, or the chute of the Aar surely it is the eldest daughter of Niagara, with grander surroundings than its parent! On each side rise, for thou- sands of feet, bold, bare, precipitous, almost perpendicular walls of mountains, whose tops are incessantly snowed upon, and all the gulches and crevices of which are mantled with the hoar of winter. The limits of vegetation are reached here, and firs and ferns brave the sterile scene. On one side comes down the great volumed, white, and furious Aar. From the Mettleback Mountain comes down a lovely, QBIMSKL. 103 clear stream, born in an enormous glacier, which is in sight. Both tend toward the same terrific precipice, more than two hundred feet high. Both make the plunge, some twenty yards apart, meet, and intermarry about half way down the one clear and blue: the other white and rugged. They plunge into an awful, invisible chasm, and rise in mists and rainbows. The scene is terribly beautiful the aged glaciers above; the descending wind-torn waters; the great elevation above the sea of the whole scene; the dreariness, remoteness, apparent sadness of all made this place highly interesting. Not far from this is a hotel, where wo dined, or rather breakfasted coffee being our first meal before we start; breakfast dejeuner d la, fourcJictte being taking about twelve o'clock, and dinner in the even- ing, about six when we have "done our due" for the day. At this place, as at most other places to which travelers resort in Switzerland, are exposed for sale all kinds of carious mementoes of the place consisting of beautifully carved designs in cedar and other kinds of wood the work of the Alpine dwellers during their dreary winter. Further on our course we seemed to be entering the secret recesses of Nature, the great magazines of her mountains, where in snows and ice she stores up the sources of the great rivers of Europe. We ascended enormous rocks by steps cut into them. Cataracts dangle from the mountain-sides all around ; one of which the Erlach though small, is beautiful as a creation of fairy land domains: bursting from an inaccessi- ble glacier, it runs down the mountain slope about fourteen hundred feet ; occasionally taking a leap into the air, as if from exuberant spirits, it seems to pause till it regathers its waters on a rock below. We crossed numerous antique, arched stone bridges over the Aar. The air became icy, the glacier of the Aar came into view, and at length, after a great ascent, the grim stone hotel of the Gri nisei came into view. The Grimsel is historic. This being the pass com- 104 FURKA. inanding access to the Valley of the Khone, was held by the Austrjans in the time of Napoleon I. and deemed impreg- nable. A guide from Guttanen on the terms of a large reward, if successful, and death if not conducted a French force of four hundred men, by a path known but to him, along the extreme summits of these mountains a number of bayonets being held at his heart during the whole route the path at various places presenting the appearance of utter inaccessibility, and apparently leading to an ambuscade surrounded by pathless snows and fearful precipices. They succeeded, however, in reaching a point, and attacking the Austrians from an unexpected position, routed them. The hotel is deserted in winter, except one servant, who takes provisions to last till the return of spring keeping also two large dogs, which he sends out to scour the mountains, to relieve those who may be perishing in the snow. In the dark lake here no fish live ; nor does it ever freeze, being fed by a warm spring. Many goats are dwellers amidst these scenes. But perhaps the fittest dweller would be one in whom the well-springs of life were dried up, and who lingered on in 'the weariness of hope and the wretchedness of memory. This morning, Friday, September 4th, at eight o'clock, we left the gloomy Grimsel. We ascended to the summit of the pass, seven hundred and sixty feet higher than the hotel. Here are grand views of the great, hatchet-shaped Finster-Aar-Horn, rising fourteen thousand, seven hundred and twenty feet high, one of the four highest mountains in Europe. We now passed several lakes on the summit, very deep and dreary-looking, called "Todten See," or Lakes of the Dead, surrounded by utter savageness and desolation. Descending the sunny side of the mountain, which the short summer had clad in a carpet of moss and blue flowers, we saw in a vast valley, the Rhone glacier, consisting of an upper ocean of ice, extending many miles over the summits LUCERNE. 105 of the Galenstock and other mountains then a tremendous declivity greater than n frozen Niagara then a solid lake of ice cradled in the vale, out of which rises the Rhone, one of the largest rivers in Europe. All around are grandeur and granite ice, snow, and sublimity. But above all is heaven the soft, sweet, blue sunlit air of summer, calling up to life the beautiful Alpine rhododendron to cheer scenes of utter desolation, while near to it is the glacier which no summer's sun can ever melt. The soft tinkling of bells from the herds in the valley far below, comes pleasantly up, mingling with the voice of the cascades heard all around. The pastoral and patriarchal life of Asia of four thousand years ago, the dream-time of history, exists here as a reality. Thus have we traced the Rhone, which we first saw as a rapid river at Seyssel, in France, to its source in this gla- cier, which, with its high tops, simulating mountain peaks, its yawning seams, its murmuring little rills, seems like a vast white throne, where Nature sits in lofty majesty, work- ing and decomposing among her cold, material laws. These glaciers are not useless; they are the great regulators of cli- mate; in intense summer heats absorbing caloric; in rigor- ous winter, giving it out by their condensation. We reached the summit of the Furka, after a very laborious climb, about mid-day. It is eight thousand, one hundred and fifty feet above the sea-level, the highest we have yet attained, except the J'irdin on Mont Blanc. Vast mountain peaks, Alps on Alps, covered with snow, rugged and rigid and reddish, standing afar off as the eye can reach, seem climbing into heaven. The air on the summit was keen and icy, and some snow fell. A hotel is erected here, of whose cheer we partook, and then prepared for the descent into the valley. Our dinner, at the Lone Mountain Hotel, was of the black flesh of the wild chamois. We are now, this pleasant Saturday evening, September 5th, in the beautiful Swiss town of Lucerne. It is with a 106 LUCERNE. decided feeling of relief, that we enter again the more civil- ized scenes of life, having for some days been traversing the dark and gloomy mountains. Our trip to the Bernese Oberland was completed to-day. It seems almost like a retrospect of another world, so different is it from a city. The waterfalls no longer meet the eye on every mountain side, and the stern granite rocks, old and gray, are not now intruding on the eye, nor the little, lonely Swiss villages, with their projecting eaves, and their carved gables, nor the miserable population of beggars. Our trip was performed principally on foot, through narrow, winding mule-paths. We crossed four passes of the higher Alps, the Wengern Alp, the Great Scheidelc, the Grimsel, and the Furka. Yesterday evening we began the descent of the Furka. De- scending from the region of snows, our course lay along the sunny side of a mountain, which, as we got further down, became clothed with verdure. We saw some Swiss, at great heights, mowing the grass on mountains inclined at an angle of eighty degrees. Others were watching their cattle on the mountain sides. No houses or trees, not even a pine was insight. Higher up on the mountains extended glaciers, each of which sent down a roaring torrent. The scene was savagely beautiful. Further down, we entered a green valley, in the centre of which stood a small, neat Catholic village, over which seemed to impend an enormous glacier, like the sword of Damocles, which might come down at any time, and bring ruin to the peaceful, remote Alpine cottagers. We saw some thick sod cut in small squares and laid out to dry, which our guide informed us was for fuel in winter. How they keep themselves warm in these regions in winter is a mystery, no trees being here to produce wood, nor have these mountains any coal. Wood seems to be almost as scarce as the precious metals. The houses were roofed with stone. A large and beautiful Btream flowed through the valley, receiving constant acces- LUCERNE. 107 aions from the cascades on each side. Some of these cas- cades were wondrously beautiful, the water descending iu blotches of spray. Some looked like a large, white towel, with the lower part torn and uneven, as the wind dallied with the waters. At length we emerged from the moun- tain and came upon the great St. Gothard route into Italy, at Hospenthal, a small Swiss village, near to which is an ancient, ruined castle, constructed on a high rock, looking very old, dating back perhaps one thousand years. The sight of this splendid road, one of the works of Napoleon, after so many miles of dreary mountain path, was cheering. We hired a return carriage to convey us the next morning to Fluellen, on Lake Lucerne. We passed the small village of Andermatt, above which, on the steep mountain slope, is a triangular forest of firs, the only trees visible ; these serve to protect the village from a grim, white-looking glacier on the mountain-top. Then we entered a tunnel, cut into the solid granite, admitting the road into a pass, which for soli* tary and savage sublimity, surpasses, for some miles, any thing we have yet seen. This is the place of the " Devil's Bridge," over which we passed. It seemed to be one of those gloomy, desolate spaces, into which his Satanic majesty might have retired when expelled from heaven. The bridge is built on the top of a more ancient one. Gray and naked granite rocks rise into snow regions on each side, their awful heights rent and jagged as if tempest- scarred. A foaming torrent roars and rushes at their base, by the side of which, descending in numerous zigzags, passes the route, the road being characteristic of him who despised impossibility; and the scene, for miles, stamped with gloomy savageness and sublimity characteristic of the Devil, who is the hero of the whole pass, and next after him Napoleon, whose name I had almost written Apollyon. In one place is a vast isolated rock, the " Devil's Stone," he having dropped it out of his claws, when rather hotly pur- 108 LAKE LUCERNE. sued. But at length we came into a pleasant valley, the country of Tell. Here are the mountains on which he taught his son to scan a thousand fathoms depth of nether air, where he " was trained to hear the thunder talk, and meet the lightning eye to eye." Here is a chapel erected near the spot where the noble Swiss hero lost his life in attempting to save a child from drowning in the stream, neither of them being ever afterward seen; there is Altorf, old and quaint; the town in which he lived; and a monu- ment and statue, very old, in the market-place, indicate the spot where he shot the apple from his son's head. Some skeptical, contemptible scribbler, who wants to apply mathe- matical demonstrations to historical declarations, asserts Tell to be a myth, as if national traditions were ever, or could be, entirely truthless. But the blue and lovely LAKE LUCERNE is in sight. In one of the fairy steamers plying on its smooth surface, we pass by scenery which seerns chief of all the lovely creations of God. Mountains begin in verdure, the little waves kissing their feet, corn and wine grow around the base. You see the wheat, and oats, and grass regions higher up ; then comes the oak, the pine ; then mosses; higher comes the bleak and jagged granite; and be- yond all is a throne of glaciers and snow, where the clouds rest. Childhood, youthhood, manhood, hoary age. simul- taneously stand before you. Every part of the slope of the mountains, in which cultivation is possible, is ornamented with a little cottage, a square of wheat, or a meadow. Little villages, apparently the abodes of happy contentment, rejoic- ing in the delicious climate; the blue lake, the sheltering mountains, look at you from among flower-gardens, as you pass. Here is a pretty, little, fairy-like chapel, commemora- ting the spot where Tell rowed Gessler's vessel to the shore in a terrific storm, then shot the tyrant, and freed his LUCERNK. 109 country. The hills all look romantic, and seem to breathe of happiness, freedom, and Tell. Grandeur and beauty, sublimity and repose, seem here to meet and infngle. You are silent from heart-fullness, at the completeness of beauty: and if the Grimsel would seem a fit place for one whose last hope was shivered, here would be the place to feel the first impulses of reviving hope, and pronounce that this chequered world-scene works itself on to beauty and har- mony. Lucerne, September 5th. But before me now rise four old towers, high in air, connected by the huge stone wall, yet in a perfect state, surrounding the land side of Lucerne. The deep-toned bells of the Cathedral are ringing out their evening chimes, as they have done daily for many years, to the many snow-capped peaks of the Alps visible in the dis- tance, and to the listening, throbbing waves of the lake, the sweet child of the mountains. Near the town, on the north, is the forlorn-looking, many-pointed, and lofty Mount Pila- tus, on which an angry cloud is ever resting. Here, local history says, Pilate, the wicked governor of Judea, retired in remorse, after permitting the legal murder of Jesus Christ, till life becoming intolerable, he threw himself into a lake on its summit, and left his name and evil aspect to it forever. On the southeast is Mont Righi, as cheerful and pleasant-looking as Pilatus is dark and sad. The hotel on the summit of Righi is clearly seen, and the sides of this high, isolated mountain are cultivated and humanized. Pilatus is a mountain of bad reputation ; out of it come storms and tempests, and there ghosts and magicians abide; but Righi has a good reputation among his fellow-mountains. Between them lie many peaks that have the snow-shroud on them. The environs of Lucerne are very lovely: there are meadows, wheat and vine-fields. The town and Canton are Catholic ; the former contains about nine thousand inhabit- ants. There is a very pretty monument here to the mem- 110 LUCERNE. ory of the brave Swiss guards of Louis XVI., who fell at the Tuilleries, defending the French monarchy, in 1792. The design is a lion, cut in a solid rock in a mountain side ; wounded to death, yet grasping the French colors. The design is Thorwaldsen's, the great Swedish sculptor. Switzerland consists of twenty-five Cantons, or States, some of which consist of a single city. There are, in all, about two million, five hundred thousand souls, of whom about one million are Catholics, the remainder Protestants. Ger- man is more generally spoken than French. There is scarcely any nobility, as a class, in Switzerland. The gov- ernment is not unlike our own. There is a new election of Deputies every three years, one Deputy for every twenty thousand persons ; there are a President and Vice-President : a Council of State, three members from each Canton ; a Federal Council of one hundred and twenty members, simi- lar to our House of Representatives. The regular army of the Swiss Confederation consists of about seventy-two thou- sand men, with a reserve corps, to be called out when neces- sary, of thirty-six thousand men. Switzerland, though a republic and free, is in many parts greatly tyrannized over by superstition. Still, many of the cities, as Berne, Zurich, Geneva, Lucerne, Lausanne, etc., present a prosperous ap- pearance. But the age of great peoples is not thoroughly established yet. September 6th. But 'tis a morn of exceeding richness and loveliness, and we are off for one of the finest views in Europe, if not in the world. The light clouds are rising from the bases of the mountains, and show underneath the extreme greenness and beauty of the vegetation. Mount Pilatus is as usual robed in dark clouds, like the thoughts that must have haunted the heart of him who " found no evil in that just man," yet permitted his execution. On our left, as we glide along in the light, pretty, little steamer, rises a gray tower, so old, a contrast to the rich, luxuriant MOUNT RIGHI. Ill cultivation of the lake side. See bow shrubs of annually reviving Nature are mucking it, marking the fragility of the proudest, not self-renewing works of man, growing on it and out of it. But we land at Weggis, on the shores of Lake Lucerne, and prepare for our last Alpine climb. We arc assailed by ft numerous crowd, proffering their services as guides up the mountain, their prices gradually diminishing is our disinclination to employ them becomes apparent. We go on by a narrow mule-path, through little green meadows, and under apple and pear-trees. Nine weary miles are before us, up a steep mountain. Many persons are ascending and descending, some on foot, some on mules, some borne on a chaise, or char-d-banc, with handles, carried by four stout porters. The path winds round hither and thither. ' Here are immense rocks, formed of many smaller pieces, cemented together apparently by melted matter, giv- ing evidence that these are not their original places. The view becomes Alpine and old as we ascend and come to pastures on the hill-sides, where tinkling cattle feed. Many places show evidences that powerful agencies have heaved up these rocks from the boiling regions below the earth's crust. Half-way up, we come to a little, rustic stone chapel, a pleasant, peaceful sort of place, where are most lovely views of the lake below us. MOUNT RIGHI. By a Catholic fiction the ascent is likened to that up Calvary, and is divided into twelve stations, representing different assumed events of the Saviour's passage up that mount a cross and picture marking each station. Rising higher, the pine trees, whose rich aroma scented the air below, disappear : the Alpine pastures alone are around us. Passing several hotels on various slopes and points of view, we attain the summit-*-the Righi Kulm when a scene appears which it were folly to attempt to describe, or paint, 112 MOUNT RIGHT. or even imagine. The height is about six thousand feet. Twelve or thirteen blue lakes are in the horizon each one with neat, little Swiss villages, with church spires rising- high in air, on their banks. East, extends a vast country, far below, cultivated to the highest degree with white houses, towns, fields, forests. West, rise hundreds of Alpine mountains snowy, and cold, and grand like an army oi' gigantic white monsters, that had sat in frozen embalmment for ages. The scene is humbling, tranquillizing and devo- tional. There is God in all grandeur and beauty ; and this scene raises the soul to him in adoration. The bells of that old church in the quiet village below are ringing. How grandly comes the sound up here, like an anthem from Nature her- self in praise of her Creator. The scene is truly one of extreme interest. You stand on the highest point of the mountain, on which is a raised platform, and by its side a cross. Just before you rises the monster hotel, the three lower stories of which are of stone, the three next of wood. Here many persons of various nations English, French. Germans, Americans, are constantly arriving and depart- ing their costumes as various as their climes. Around you, on the summit, is collected a crowd of ladies and gen- tlementheir guides pointing out the mountains or lakes- some one reading the infallible Murray, the English guide book others are talking and amidst all rises the wail of music: a violinist is discoursing in old German airs hand- ing round the hat occasionally for voluntary contributions. The ragged clouds of mist are rising out of the valley, hanging over the lakes, and gradually revealing, as they rise higher, the vast snow monsters of mountains, cradling in their cold hearts, glaciers, savage and grand- looking. But the great event is about to take place the sunset, tin- glorious sun-death on the mountains. How he wraps him- self in his finest tapestry of clouds, which are gilded In- even his death-beams. 'Tis beautiful, wondrous no hurry. MOUNT BIOHI. 113 no noise, no excitement all calm, grand, and god-like. There even the cold glaciers in the desolate sides of the mountain -passes, afar off, seem lit up by loveliness. There, where no flower ever blooms: where no tree grows; where no bird sings ; where no man is or can come ; where is but everlasting winter dance the golden rays from ice peak to ice-peak, and blushes come upon the face of desolation. About two hundred mountains are visible; some of them the highest Alps the Engelbergen, Finater-Aar-Honi, Schrekhorn, Jungfrau, Blumlis-Alpe, Gallenstock, &c. The view extends into Italy, France, Germany, Austria, and over near twenty of the Swiss cantons. But here is that mysterious, miserable French invention to dine scientifi cally table d'hote which is a fleeting panorama of dishes and servants soup, fish, potatoes, mutton, beef, chicken - salad, pudding, cakes, fruits all accompanied with wine. Certainly eating makes "a full man" as well as reading. There is a sentimental German opposite me, who looked as if he might have written the "Sorrows of Werter," until wine unloosed his tongue. Now ho\v he can talk ; what a profusion of Yahs! yahs! What work it is to talk German ! what a strong constitution it must require! whereas French is as easy as circulating one's blood. And here is a big Englishman, beset with a conviction of his own importance. It would seem as if he thought he carried the spheres on his shoulders. And here is an American, anxious to have it known that he is one, and looking any thing but well at ease till he produces a proper awe on his hearers by an- nouncing it. Some people are never at ease till others are not at ease. And here comes forth a Tyrolese, in regular costume hat, feathers, stockings with his guitar ; and he sings to us diners, Ranz des Vaches and many other airs. A plate, however, is immediately handed round to the two hundred diners by his rather pretty wife; on which the guests may deposit something, to show their appreciation- 8 K2 114 MOUNT BIGHI. of music. In the midst of the splendors of sunset, several small balloons, inflated with smoke, were let off. Imme- diately came the inevitable plate, which in Europe follows the slightest contribution to public gratification. The won- der is that a plate was not handed around in behalf of the sunset. But out from this scene of humanity to the regal mag- nificence of Nature. The moon is up, and the lovely laud- scape is underneath its milder beams. There are the great snow-shining mountains that ice world, so solemn, so soft, so silent just touching heaven. Mount Eighi stands as the advance guard of the army of the Alps ; and though not so high as some other mountains, affords probably, on the whole, the finest landscape view in the world. The many and lofty snow-mountains, with their glaciers and granite peaks; the numerous blue lakes; the rich and beautiful country to the east all afford a combination of the beauti- ful and sublime nowhere else paralleled. Such a scene of beauty imprinted on the heart is almost sufficient to redeem all its sorrows. But the next morning your memory may be busy in dreams with its youth, or fancy revelling in soft dreams of a future, when a vast, and yet soft sound, invades the entire premises of the Righi Kulin. It is the horn of the Tyrolean, which is sounded till every rag, and shred, and tatter of sleep is torn from the eyelids of all the guests, urging them to get up and see the liighi sunrise the finest sunrise in any country. You get up from the land of dreams, and walk to the summit, a short distance above the hotel. There is the moon, preceded by Jupiter, and suc- ceeded by the morning star. Crowds of ladies and gentle- men are hurrying like yourself (and they have not all of them quite finished their toilet duties) in the dim, cold, dawn-light, up to the height. You get up and look around; and there is the holy morning in the east, flushing and blushing with the glory underneath. Two strata of clouds MOUNT R1QUI. 116 are gilded curtains stretched across the couch of the sun. Par below you are many lakes those of Zurich, Zug, Lucerne, bathe the foot of Righi ; the little, neat Swiss vil- lages of Immensee, Schyss, Kussnacht, and others; the larger town of Lucerne, with its walls and towers; the innumerable white houses and over all rests a surf-like rnist, a spectral sea of fog. The morning is marvellously and unusually favorable. West and north of you, including the entire semi- horizon, are the mountains, looking singu- larly near and distinct, white and grand in the multitude of sno w-peaks and glaciers. Look ! the monster of them all, the Pinster-Aar-Iiorn, has caught upon his giant sides an unwonted glistening. One by one, they seem to dip them- selves upward that congregation of mountains with a new glory. You turn around to the east. There, between two moun- tain peaks, glitters what is like a star, but brighter and more powerful than any star the first upward segment of the sun. The great mountains which are higher than the Righi have caught his beams first. They were the last to relinquish and the first to regain : and they give back in beauty what they get. The peculiar, rosy, Alpine glowing is on them. The Tyrolese winds his horn, and collects francs, semi-francs, and sous therefore; the big Englishman explains the mountains; the ladies listen to him and try to talk learnedly. One of them thinks she will not ascend the Foulhorn. After this scene, the German gets into raptures, and wants to quote Goethe; and the soft sunlight gradually comes around all : and the whole immense panorama of three hundred miles is bathed in light and color. The church- spires, far below you, catch the beams the Jungfrau, the Eigher, the Monch, the Schrekhorn, the Wetterhorn, the Blumlis Alp, the Tetlia all stand up in their snow-gar- ments of a thousand years, and each lone, old gray peak is kissed by the young morning. They are like a city of vast cathedrals, ever pointing heavenward all appealing to the 116 ZURICH. feeling of devotion and sublimity in man as an altar appeals to its God. Lake Zurich, a large expanse of blue water, bathes the foot of Righi, four thousand feet below, and on its further side you see a lacerated looking mountain, which seems, like Mount Pilatus, to have incurred a savage des- tiny. It is the Berg Fall all that is left of Mount Sf. Rosenberg a large part of which fell down in 1806, filling up a third part of one of the lakes, destroying several vil- lages, and causing the destruction of more than four hundred and fifty persons, five hundred cattle and mules, and trans- formed a flourishing country into a desert. The like event will some day happen to the Righi being of the same formation geologically and it has already tottered : "Mountains have fallen Leaving a gap in the clouds, and with the shock Rocking their Alpine brethren, filling up The ripe, green valley with destruction's splinters ! Damming the rivers with a sullen dash, Which crushed the waters into mist, and made Their fountains find another channel this, This, in its old age, did Mount Rosenberg Why stood I not beneath it ?" But we do not wish to predict such a calamity may befall Mount Righi. May it have a thousand years of glorious sunrises and sunsets on its green, grassy summit. Were there a sea-view here, it would be indisputably the finest view afforded on earth. But changes again. We are now at ZURICH, on the " margin of its fair waters." This is one of the plea- santest places we have yet seen. We have descended into the region of the vine again. Yesterday morning we left the Righi Kulm, taking one last look at ita fair and grand .panorama, which we hope will remain on mind and heart ZURICH. 117 forever. We took the route to Kussnacht, on Lake Lucerne. By an ingenious fiction of the Catholics, this route as well as the one from Weggis, is supposed to be the aisle of a church; and at different stations are pictures on crosses representing scenes in the ascent to Calvary, which may emcourage the devotion of the worshipers; and at some points are placed very old-looking stone crosses. The morning was most lovely, and the vegetation here, in Sop* tember, is as rich and green -look ing as in one of June's finest mornings in America. The snowy Alps were visible almost the whole way down; and at length we arrived at Kussnacht, a quiet, pleasant old village, where Catholicism is as strongly entrenched as if Luther had never blown the bugle blast of reformation. The population were celebrat- ing the feast of St. Mary. In the Diligence, through a lovely orchard country, we now passed to Immensee, on Lake Zug, where, on a pretty little stream, we sailed to the town of Zug, old, walled, castellated and quiet, situated in full view of Kighi and the white-garmented Alps beyond. At Zug we got into a Diligence, and passed over the beau- tiful and finely cultivated country seen to the east of Righi. It is almost a constant succession of orchards, gardens, pretty and comfortable, though plain residences. The views of snow mountains were fine, in various directions afar. This is regarded as one of the best-cultivated parts of Switzerland. At Ilorgen, on Lake Zurich, where we ar- rived in the evening, we took the steamer to Zurich. The view of the lake, bursting at once on the eye, is truly lovely. The banks of the lake are a continued village ; and above the houses on the slopes, grows the vine " that chcrisheth the heart of god and man." The waters of all these lakes are singularly blue, to account for which, many theories have been invented. Perhaps they have so long gazed on the tranquil blue of their skies, that they cannot reflect any other color. A glance of the eye along the shores, em- 118 SCHAFFHAUSEN. braces one of the finest scenes imaginable : the sloping banks covered with vine-plantations, and the numberless villages sitting on the blue borders of the lake. We are now in a Protestant Canton, where the Keformation took earliest and deepest root; where the first edition of the Bible in English was printed; where Protestant exiles found a home; and where Zwingle lived and preached. I saw the Cathedral in which he held forth. The situation of the town is charm- ing. There are old towers and ancient walls, which latter are about being demolished. The promenades are fine along the river Limrnat, which here passes into the lake. On the banks of this river is a splendid old grove, in which are some fine monuments: one to Gessner, the author of the ''Death of Abel." The tomb of Lavater is also here. The population is about sixteen thousand. There are many be- nevolent and useful societies here, and the whole place pre- sents a more progressive and onward appearance than the dull Catholic towns \ve have lately seen. The situation of the hotel at which we stop, " Baur-du-lac," is very fine. It is in an elegant garden, on the banks of the lake, and from it rise, in distinct view, the great, craggy, precipitous, snowy Alps. But this rainy, dismal evening, we left the Protestant Zurichers to their quiet, honest life, by their lake, and came by railway, through a lovely, well cultivated country, to this old, towered town of SCHAFFHAUSEN, ON THE RHINE. We have seen the Rhine, the kingly Rhine the word Rhine meaning King. We saw the noisy falls of the river, two or three miles from the town, which, with its gray, high stone towers, seems to be sepulchring up its own past. The country through which we passed seemed to be losing some of the characteristics of Switzerland the houses with enormous eaves, built of pine plank several SCHAFFHAOSEN. 119 inches thick, and with quaint carvings in front and on the gables, in which the Swiss so much delight and to be assuming more of that heavy, square, dauby sort of style like the (Jermans. This town, however, seems rather more French than Zurich. Everywhere the French is the travel language the language of courtesy, of the dining-room, and of the first address. If any one is in doubt a? to your vernacular, he always begins by addressing you in French, as the assumed common language of Europe. One scarcely realizes that the world is old, in fresh, young, joyous, on- ward and upward America; but in these cities the hand of Time has written age on every thing. The population of these cities is generally stationary or retrogressive ; the energy of old has departed ; few houses are newly reared ; and the object of the people seems to be to live merely, and not to make the most of life, and urge it to its utmost ten- sion as in America. " Sufficient to each day is the evil thereof," is a saying in practice exemplified. We visited at leisure the Falls of the Rhine, this morn- ing, September 10th, having had but a slight view of them when passing near in the railway last evening. We went down the river about two and a half miles below Schaft- hausen ; saw the Cataract from the right side ; then crossed in a skiff below the Falls, and in full view of them ; ascended a steep hill laid out in walks, and deeply shaded with trees; entered the Castle of Lauffen, built on a rock, almost over- hanging the Falls. In a room in the castle, we saW beauti- ful drawings of the cascades, and fine natural scenery of Switzerland, and the well-executed carved-work in wood, representing houses, castles, and many articles of domestic use and ornament. We saw the Cataract from three favor- able points of view in the castle, and saw the rainbows sporting like troops of spirits above it. It does not com- pare with Niagara, being only about one-third as high, and the water rushing down an exceedingly steep declivity, in 120 SCHAFFHAUSEN. stead of leaping over projecting rocks, as Niagara. Yet the scene is most beautiful, and there gradually grows on one a feeling of sublimity. The quantity of water is very great, the Rhine being a large and noble river. The vine-clad hills around ; the two castles, one on each side of the Falls ; the three massive, mossy rocks, rising high in and near the centre of the Falls ; the very beautiful little bay below the Falls, in which the river seems to roll round and round, as if to see how the coming-down waters looked, and admire the descent; then the historical feelings connected with the old, fabled, castellated Ehine the knight among rivers make this Fall one of the most interesting in the world. Including the rapids above, the fall is about one hundred feet ; without them, on one side sixty feet ; on the other, forty -five. Indeed, it is a nucleus, an assemblage of waterfalls, a crowd of waterfalls collected at one place, each with an independent beauty. We returned to Sohaffhausen, and strolled through this town of the middle ages. Much of the wall, and some of the gates, flanked with enormous towers, are entire. The gates are massive arches of stone-work supporting lofty stone towers, completely fortified ; some capable of contain- ing one hundred soldiers ; some square, others round ; and many of them one hundred feet high. They seem strangely out of character with the wants of the present age, but indi- cate a great age in the past of time. The middle ages are too much decried. Religion occupied more of man's atten- tion than at present, as is evidenced by almost all the massive churches of Europe belonging to that period. Superstition makes men strong sometimes. On one of the gates I noticed a very old inscription in Latin, on the inside, "Safety to the outgoing;" on the outside, "Peace to those entering." Time is dealing rapidly with these lofty towers; and where they are not preserved for prisons or arsenals, or objects of curiosity, there are great fissures in them, through which one can see into the deep dungeons beneath. We UNOTH. 121 came to one of these, the largest, almost a town in itself, the "UNOTH," OB "MUNNOTH," a vast stone-pile on a hill, to which I ascended by a narrow, covered stairway of hundreds of steps. I met a great many very well dressed little boys, attended by grave, good- humored looking priests, part of the castle being now used us schools, which are tiie modern defenses and fortifications. Arrived at the end of this corridor, I saw a notice in French, to travelers, importing that whoever wishes to enter should pull the rope. I saw a rope attached to the door then, extending upward more than one hundred and fifty feet to the top of the highest tower. One or two vigorous pulls at this produced a loud " Yah ! yah !" at the other end; and, on looking up, I saw a woman leaning out of one of the portholes, and immediately a large key slid down to me on the rope, with which opening the massive door, I entered, and found myself in a tower like a tube with a winding, stone staircase. The door closed behind me, and I was locked up in the Castle of Unoth. Round and round the staircase in the tower I went, and up and up. The walls of the tower are eighteen feet thick ; in the walls are port, or airholes, long and narrow, for the admission of a little gray light. Arrived at the top of the tower, 1 found it expanded into several large rooms, in one of which I found the family of the guardian of the tower, consisting of himself a large and most diabolical-looking Dutchman his wife, an intelligent-looking woman, and their daugh- ter, really an interesting, pretty, and well-formed young lady, occupying these elevated and neatly-kept rooms. From the portholes they showed me glorious views of the old town underneath, with its tiled roofs, and the blue Rhine, young as it was a thousand years ago, running through the town. The tower in which I stood issued out L 122 UNOTH. of a vast circular building of stone, the principal part of the fortification, and all around it was a deep ditch or moat. The old lady showed me these various things. She speak- ing German, of which I understood but little, and I answer- ing in French, of which she understood none. So the conversation was not mutually edifying. The grim, old father glared at me, and the old lady now handed the pon- derous bunch of keys to her daughter, and I was about to explore this old creation of Feudalism with the fair daughter of the castle. We descended the stone steps, she preceding, the old people remaining above. We came to several side- doors, one of which was unlocked by the lady of the tower. We entered a lofty room floored with small pebble-stones, the windows were very small and high. Here was a vast collection of arms, armor, battle-axes, lances, and all kinds of warlike implements used in the middle ages, hanging and lying around in the grirn apartment, in disused and gory grandeur. From this a door opened on the roof of the castle. This roof was of stone, on which much grass had grown, and it was surmounted by a high wall in old, war- like times, the soldiers standing on the roof of the castle, and being defended, to some extent, by the wall. Through the roof were several circular openings, through which we could look down into an apparently deep dungeon under- neath. Descending lower, we entered this dark, immense apartment. It was circular, and had numerous columns supporting the thick, stone- vaulted roof, from which con- tinually fell drops of dampness, rendering the stone floor quite wet. Very little light, and that thin, gray, unhappy sort of light, came in from the holes above. The room was vacant, though large enough to contain, with ease, one thousand soldiers. Half of it was under ground. A side-door, which I had not observed before, was opened by lock and key, revealing a staircase leading much lower down, and appar- ently into dark immensity. A lantern hung on one side UNOTH. 123 of tbe narrow stone descent. With a match, which I had not noticed she carried, my guide lit the candle, and we de- scended a great distance into the earth, and came at length to a narrow, winding avenue between the foundation-walls of the castle, leading on on, I knew not whither. The darkness was dense, and the walls were damp 'and cold. My slightly-formed, fair, young guide led the way, how- ever, and I followed her into this dark, subterraneous chamber. We walked some minutes, I not knowing whether her father, the beetle-browed Dutchman, might not have used her as a decoy to introduce travelers into this place, that he might deal death or robbery on unknown individuals, a deed so easily committed by the powerful resources he had at his command in these subterranean galleries. I had observed my guide grow somewhat pale, and that her hands trembled when we were about descending to this place, in- somuch that she was at first quite unable to unlock the door of the staircase. Most of the Rhine castles, in their long lives of a thousand years, have been stained with blood from "turret to foundation-stone;" and the facilities for secret murders in these dark passages, which lead into each other, and lead no one knows where, are very great. Besides, the disappearance of a simple traveler, who has only registered his name at a hotel, who never comes back, would excite but few inquiries, in a strange country where he is utterly unknown, and he would soon be forgotten the landlord would keep his baggage the robber his money hide his bones, and " there an end." Threading this long avenue thus in the dark, it is not to be wondered at that I observed every appearance, trod my way cautiously, and felt resolved, if necessary, to sell my life not cheaply. But my guide was true. To my inquiries as to where we were going, she returned no intelligible answer. But at length she led me to another staircase where I saw a glimmer of the light of heaven, and we soon emerged from the dark 124 BALE. gallery. I gave ner a fee, she unlocked the castle door, and it was with a sensation of relief that I found myself out into the fresh, loving air and sunshine, after exploring the damp, dark dungeons of the Castle of Unoth. In this castle a Pope was secreted, during the middle ages, by some of his friends, ahd the Council of Constance (who demanded him) defied, and no doubt dark and horrid crimes committed which none but God could see. Schaffhausen is in the dominions of the sovereign Prince of Wurtemburg. It has near seven thousand inhabitants. But we are now in the old Roman town of BASLE (OR BALE) ON THE RHINE. "Pis a dull, sad, and rainy evening. From my window I look out on a strong, old wall, over which the green ivy has grown. The Rhine, almost as majestic as the Missis- sippi, flows \)y in historic majesty. Here the old walls encircling the city and their numerous towers are almost entire. The place of the moat, or wide, deep ditch, which could, in time of a siege, be filled with water, is now converted into a green, pleasant, fruitful garden. In some places the towers have inscriptions on them, indicating them to be the work of the sixth or seventh century. The war- like works of the Romans outlived the Roman Empire. We have visited the old, red-looking Cathedral, built of red sandstone, in the year 1010 ; have been in the room where a General Council sat, and where a Pope was elected ; and have seen the red marble tomb erected to the learned Erasmus ; and have been also in the deep crypt under the church, where repose the remains of the royal family of Baden. This is one of the small city Cantons of Switzer- land. It is Protestant, and the splendid churches erected by the gorgeous religion of the Catholics, are now devoted to strict Calvinism, which worships among tombs and van- ished glories of a past age. The church, internally and BALE. 125 externally, is a splendid triumph of tbe noble science of architecture. We left Schaffhausen, yesterday, at two o'clock by Dili- gence, passing over -the fine, hard, smooth roads of this country, at rather a slow rate. The country was well culti- vated, abounding in meadows, clover, and grain. In some places we saw tbe oats yet unharvested in the fields. Women were at work in the fields as well as men, and their appearance was somewhat suggestive of the slaves on a cotton plantation. Whether their condition was better than that of the slaves, in being lords of the liberty to toil for an uncertain subsistence, rather than in toiling without any anxiety for the morrow, with the certainty of plenty for life, we shall not here discuss. As usual in this country, there were no fences, and but few hedges, all the fields being open and exposed, and not otherwise distinguished from each other, except by the various crops in them. There were few isolated houses ; but in the distant valleys we saw numerous villages, the abodes of the agricultur- alists, and occasionally tall, old turrets, which marked where a warlike castle had been, would rise to view, telling that the past of those fertile valleys had been very different from their present. The usual Catholic crosses of stone stood on the roadside, some with the spear and sponge. After four hours and a half riding in the Diligence, we came to the village of Waldshut, on the Rhine, where we left the Diligence and took the cars for Bale. This village is on the borders of the Black Forest of Germany. The walls, and gates, and towers in that place looked very old; in some instances utterly fallen down, or incorporated into more modern buildings, and all appearing desolate in their great age. Vines and fruits of all kinds are here cultivated. We at this place crossed the Rhine and re-entered Switzer- land, our baggage being previously subjected to an exam ination. L2 126 BALE. Bale has about twenty-seven thousand inhabitants, and consists of two parts, divided by the Rhine, but connected by a wooden bridge. It is principally Protestant, who, as in other European towns, are engaged in a multitude of little manufactures ribbons, watches, pictures, carved- works in wood, keep restaurants, cafes. Each profession that in America is managed by one man, is here subdivided into a multitude of minor ones, the greater population in Europe rendering every distinct part of any thing a sort of specialty, by which means works of those kinds are generally better than with us. In the city, and near it, are many remains of the old Roman dominion along the Rhine. The view from a terrace planted with trees, back of the Cathedral, and immediately over the Rhine, is beautiful, embracing a part of the Black Forest. Near the Cathedral, or Minster, as it is called, are the cloisters, covered and enclosed places for the monks to walk in and study, in the old times when there was a monastery attached to each church now used as burial-places for the dead, and also then dead men's bones and graves being important adjuncts to the Catholic religion. The stone slabs, with the inscriptions in various languages, form the floors, and are placed along the walls, and have dates back for many hundreds of years, and have curious carvings and armorial bearings, telling of dust that was once high in rank. 'Tis a humiliating sight to the vainglorious and proud, and a place of instruction to all. Nowhere has the stern reality, to which we all must come, of rottenness and corruption, the decay and oblivion that must enwrap all, been so forcibly impressed on the mind, as by these failures in attempts to preserve a slight memento which soon becomes mute, mouthless, and meaningless. Let me die and go regularly into dust, and become vegetables, trees, animals, grass, or beer-barrels, and not have the mockery of a monument. But alongside this Campo Santo flows the Rhine, regardless of human excellence or decay. BALE. 127 I also visited the Museum, which is quite interesting, having many fine paintings of the Dutch school, as well as many Egyptian and Eastern antiquities; poisoned arrows; mummies, rolled and unrolled, glaring at you from sockets sightless for four thousand years. Two paintings seemed especially striking: one, a dead Christ, which is truly re- markable there is the vividness, the reality, the life-death before you; it represents him lying extended, awfully dead, just before the entombment. The other painting is the deploring of the women at the death of Christ, a paint- ing of high merit, on which mind and genius are stamped on canvas for the admiration of a thousand generations. But for several days during our stay in Bale I have been quarrelling extensively with the Swiss government, espe- cially the Postal department. I have not indeed been reforming Switzerland, as a certain ambitious young Amer- ican, who undertook, not long since, to reform Austria the consequence of which was he became acquainted with the interior walls of a prison but I have been making attempts to recover my baggage, entrusted to the Post department at Berne, to be conveyed to this point that, returning from the trip to the Bernese Oberland, I might meet it here. Generally the Postal departments in Europe are thoroughly reliable, especially in France. The trunk being valuable, and having paid for its safe delivery hold- ing a receipt from the department they bestir themselves very much. There is much talk in various languages, espe- cially in that unknown tongue which persons use who un- dertake any other language than their vernacular. Tele- graphic dispatches, letters, &c., are sent to Berne, but in vain ; the baggage is stolen by some one, misplaced, lost, or gone traveling on its own responsibility. Nobody is to blame of course : accidents will happen; the fault must be at Berne, &c. At length I determined to return to Berne. Passing first out of the old feudal gates in the walls of the 128 BALE. city by a Diligence to a depot outside the walls; then by one of the slow Swiss railways, that scarcely average twelve miles an hour, I arrived near the chain of the Jura Moun- tains, through which the tunnel not being completed, I cross in another slow Diligence, wending up and down the mountains, affording fine views ; thence by railway to Berne arriving at four o'clock in the evening the whole distance being only sixty miles. Here nearly the same exercises were enacted as at Bale ; the baggage had been sent ; some- body was in fault ; the fault must be at Bale. But who could discern Whether at Bale or at Berue, Or at Berne or at Bale, Was the fault of the mail ? The practical conclusion to be drawn from all this is to carry, no other baggage when traveling except a purse and a tooth-brush ; or if any other be taken, never to entrust it to the Postal departments on the Khine. In both cities I had the assistance of the American representatives, who exerted themselves very promptly, but without effect the trunk being so skillfully and ingeniously lost that no trace, no sign remained behind. Returning to Bale I had glorious views of the great Alps mountains, in their cold clothing of snows and glaciers, through which I had wandered since leaving Berne the previous time. Some of the views in the peaceful valleys of the Jura Mountains were lovely, and we passed many little old stone villages, nestled for many hun- dred years in their green solitudes. The scenes were in- finitely various itself a proof that nature belongs to a sys- tem which has eternity for one of its ideas. In Switzerland, that land of snow mountains, and for playthings cascades and waterfalls, we have been above n month. Its different valleys and mountains, grow very different kinds of peoples as well as plants, Centuries of STRASBOURG. 129 the same kind of influences of soil, air, climate and sun have wrought a diseased degeneracy in some of the Alpine valleys which it is painful to contemplate. A continua- tion of the same kind of influences will infallibly de< generate man. lie requires variety. Not useless, therefore, are wars and those great convulsions of the social system. The object of the world is to develope the entire suscepti- bilities of human nature. So long as we in America con- tinue a restless, roving, migratory sort of people, occupied in settling new lands and territories, and agitated about the respective interests of our various sections, our elections, our parties, we shall continue a great people. So long HH the Swiss, the Italians, some portions of New England whether from love of country, or indolence, or prejudice are surrounded by a continuation of the same kind of influ- ences, their nature will narrow. Mankind had, long ago, been extinct but for the confusion of tongues, which obliged them to separate into other regions, and form new communities, where the action of new influences might exercise and de- velope new principles, and renew man himself. But the great, deep-toned bell of the Cathedral of STRASBOURG ia sounding out its burden of hours gone to the night air. How grand a creation is that pile of net-looking carved stone-work. It should stand in the midst of an American prairie, as a thing silent, grand, eloquent, and unapproach- able this great cathedral of the eleventh century, that was four hundred and twenty-four years in building, and the spire of which reaches higher toward heaven than any other in the world being four hundred and seventy-four feet high from the pavement. We left Bale, Tuesday, September 14, at one o'clock, on the railway, for Strasbourg. The day was pleasant, anf general research. I visited also, to-day, one of those institutions from which Belfast derives her glory and prosperity the flax mills of Messrs. Mulholland, one of the most extensive manufactories in the kingdom, employing fifteen hundred hands, principally girls. The scene is almost terrific machinery, steam; pretty, delicate, pale-looking young girls; old, horrid, and hateful hags; spindles, noises all more like a fevered dream than a fact. The women get wages ridiculously small; scarce a dime a day, reminding one of Hood's " Song of the Shirt." " God ! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap !" It is said they have generally five hundred thousand dollars' worth of flax in course of manipulation. The business is conducted with the utmost regularity and system, each room having a distinct department of the process. Belfast is situated on territory belonging to the Marquis of Donegal, to whom nearly all the town belongs, it having been granted to his ancestor, Sir A. Chichester, in 1612, when an incon- siderable place. Lord Donegal's income from it is estimated at one million dollars per annum. In 1821 the population 15 226 IRELAND. was only thirty-seven thousand. It is now over one hundred thousand ; so that other towns increase rapidly in popula- tion as well as some of our American ones. It is on the River Lagan, just before it flows into Belfast Lough, an elongated bay. Much of the harbor is artificial. In Amer- ica we rely too much on Nature to furnish us with harbors. The difficulties of the port of New Orleans and other places are not to be compared to those at Havre, Antwerp, Glas- gow, Belfast, and other places, which have all been overcome by the erection of splendid docks and wharves. We left Belfast, to-day, at six o'clock, by rail, proceeding toward the north of* Ireland, passing many towns, and Lough Neagh, the largest lake in the three kingdoms, full of legends, and with buried cities under its waves; which, according to Tom Moore, are seen by the fisherman when he strays in certain magical moments. We saw it lying darkly under a dim fog. The shores around it are boggy. Stumps of trees and pieces of timber falling into it become petrified. Moore speaks of the "round towers of other days" seen in it. Not far from it is the castle of the O'Neills, now a ruin, only haunted by the banshee, whose wails may be heard when any of the O'Neills die. The line will soon be extinct, as there only now remain the old peer and his brother, both old and unmarried. Their coat of arms is a bloody hand, from a tradition that the first O'Neill was one of a company whose leader promised the province of Ulster to whoever first touched the land. O'Neill seeing another boat ahead of his, took a sword, cut off his left hand, and threw it ashore. There is a tradition also to account for the lake. How that there was once here a deep well, the mouth of which was never to be left uncovered. How a woman, having left her child at home, and wishing to return hastily, left the well uncovered : whereupon it rose and drowned all the country and villages. The coun- try around is in general well cultivated, farmed in potatoes GIANT'S CAUSEWAY. 227 and kitchen vegetables. We arrived at Portrush, situated near the sea, and hired an Irish jaunting car to convey us seven miles further to the Giant's Causeway. The Irish jaunting car is an unutterable unique. Nothing on earth shall induce us either to praise or dispraise it. The secret of its ways, its conduct, and its peculiarities, must remain unknown to pen, and paper, and people. The road lies along the bold and strikingly romantic northern coast of Ireland one of the most interesting places, geologically, in Europe. The sea or ocean was very rough, and rolled in vast waves to the shore, striking against the rough, basaltic rocks, and ascending in a snow of spray through the aper- tures. There are numerous great caverns along the sea coast, into which the water rushes with great rapidity. The Skerries, a series of elevated rocks, in a line, extending some distance into the sea, a mile or two from the shore, presented a grand sight the maddened waters breaking against them and dashing to a great height. But, at length, we came upon the extensive ruin of Dunluce Castle. This hoary, naked, roofless pile of walls, towers, dungeons, and halls, has gone into a grand decay. The gray old man of the castle comes about to lead you through it. It appears, from the walls and other ruins near, that a town stood here in olden time, and such is the tradition. You are first led among low walls, their upper parts having fallen down. These, it is said, formed the barracks and hostelry con- nected with the castle the castle being held by one of the warlike, independent chiefs, who, of old, exercised kingly power within their own dominions. From this you pass over a narrow, arched wall, only eighteen inches thick, extending over a vast chasm. This is the only entrance to the great ruin. Only one person could pass at a time: consequently, it could be most easily defended from attack without the castle being built on an immense perpendicu- lar rock, one hundred feet high, which is lashed by the sea, 228 GIANT'S CAUSEWAY. flowing under it through a cave. Here, then, are its walls of basalt ; its tombs ; its sentry boxes ; its vast dining apartment; its halls of judgment and audience: and here is the dungeon, with its walls many feet thick, and whose rock floor is kept ever swept clean by the banshee of the Antrim family, (to whom the ruin belongs,) and which wails whenever one of them dies a banshee, who is sup- posed to be a little old-fashioned spirit, about two feet high, that attaches herself to all families of respectable descent in Ireland. "Pis a most dull, gloomy-looking dungeon, and well might be supposed to be haunted: for, doubtless, murders most foul have been committed in it. The old gray man has himself heard the banshee; and he repeats, like a parrot, dreadful stories which he has read in a book about the McQuillans and McDonalds, who used to own the castle ; and also about a beautiful young lady, " with eyes as fair as yours, my girl," to whom it all descended. 'Tis a strange and mournful ruin, whether Danish, Saxon, Gothic, Norman, or Celtic, sitting on a high, gray sea rock. But we go on to the hotel near the Causeway employ a guide, and commence walking over the high heathery bluff', the guide pointing out the different places on the coast, and telling the names which have been given to them according to imagination or caprice. The coast is four hundred and twenty feet high is almost perpendicular, and exposed on the bluff' bank toward the sea are discov- ered, all along the shore, columns of basalt, a black, hard stone ; each column separate from yet touching the next, and all the columns with regular angles, tetragons, penta- gons, or hexagons. They are generally so close that a sheet of paper cannot be interposed between them. It is said there are sixty thousand columns of basalt visible. How far they may extend into the land, or how far into the water, is unknown. It is calculated that ninety-nine out of every hundred columns have five, six, or seven GIANTS CAUSEWAY. sides. There is but one triangular pillar, and there are but three of nine sides. In some places, along this Hsxtraordi- nary coast, a bluff bank fronting the sea, near the water are strata of red ochre, next unformed strata, then basaltio pillars fifteen or twenty feet high, standing perpendicularly, all in perfect regularity and fitness ; above this are other unformed strata, then other columns of regular basalt pil lure, thirty or forty feet in height generally, eight, ten, or twelve inches in circumference. The Giant's Causeway proper is a succession of these columns, extending out from this coast toward the coast of Scotland. Thev stand / upright, and you walk on the ends of the columns, some of which are covered by the surges of the sea. There appear to be three different causeways near each other, separated however by fallen, broken rocks. We descended and walked on their irregular pavement, composed of the ends of the basalt columns. No builder on earth, in one thousand years, with all means and appliances demanded, could sculpture the hard basalt into these regular-sided columns, arrange them all in such juxtaposition, and place them thus solidly in the sea, defying its rage for centuries. The basalt, chemically, is said to be composed of about one half flinty earth, one quarter iron, and one-quarter clay and lime they are Plutonic in their origin, that is, the ingre- dients have been perfectly melted, and in cooling have crystallized into their present forms. The tradition on the coast is, that a great giant lived on the opposite coast of Scotland, who threatened to whip a great giant that lived on the Irish coast, and said he would come over and give him a regular pounding, but that he did not wish to wet bis feet. Whereupon, the Irish giant built this great causeway over to Scotland, and invited the Scotch giant to step over, which he did, and they fought on the Irish coast. The Irish giant proved the victor; but he invited, with true Irish generosity, his now humbled antagonist to settle U 230 LONDONDERRY. in Ireland, as he had now settled him, which he did. Much of it has 'sunk under the sea ; but portions can be traced all the way over to Scotland, where, on the island of Staffa, it forms the magnificent cave of Fingal. On account of the roughness of the sea we could not descend in a boat, and explore any of the numerous caves which open into the beach. The Scotch coast of Argyleshire, with its white rock cliffs, the islands of Mull, and Islay, and Ilachlin the latter a continuation of the Causeway are very distinctly seen here. With the ocean view, the heath hills and the distant slopes around, the pillared walls of basalt on the beach, the numerous bays, all render the scenery here truly grand and interesting, and no place could probably be more attractive as a summer resort. The guide shows you the giant's organ, the giant's gateway and loom, the giant's chimney tops, the giant's pulpit, the giant's gran- ary, the four sisters, and other places, which have received those names in consequence of the singular arrangement of the pillars. Leaving the Causeway, we returned to the solitary but very romantically situated hotel near it ; dined, and then returned by carriage to Portrush, whence we hired a car to Cdleraine, a pretty place on the Baun River, three miles from the sea. There we took the cars for Londonderry passing near the sea on one side, and a very high and grand coast on the other. At Londonderry, which has a population of about twenty thousand, we remained a night and a part of a day. The town is situated on a slope de- scending to the river Foyle, which is here a wide and beautiful arm of the sea. There is a fine promenade, which is on the top of the old thick walls, extending around the city, the view from which is Irish and old. The town is remarkable for the gallant defense which the citizens made against James II., and the siege of one hundred and five days which they sustained. The citizens were reduced to ENNISKILLKN. 231 shadows lived on dogs, tallow, vermin, hides twenty- five hundred of them died by a famine. A noble ship, laden with provisions, dashed with giant strength against a boom which the besiegers had placed across the stream, but from the impetus ran ashore among the besiegers, who, with joy, were about to board her, when she fired u broadside, the rebound from which extricated her from the sands, and she floated on the other side to the relief of the citizens. The Cathedral is a noble old Gothic building, and there are some monuments to the memory of those who defended the city. Protestantism prevails in all this portion of Ireland. Leaving Londonderry at eleven o'clock, we arrived by rail- way at ENN1SKILLEX, at two o'clock, passing on our route numerous bogs, on which lay conical piles of cut peat to dry, and thus become fit for use. The bogs appear to be vegetable matter or roots, mingled with soil. The peat burns well, and is about as cheap as coal. The bogs look like the bottoms of ancient lakes and morasses. We saw many laborers at work on it with spades cutting the peat, which is of various degrees of excellence. It is not, in general, fit for use till after an exposure to the sun of five or six months. The black kinds are reputed the best. Enniskillen is rather a pleas- ant place in regard to situation ; but is well supplied with beggars, and not at all deficient in filthiness. It is between two lakes, Upper and Lower Lough Erne. We hired a boatman to row up one of the lakes, about three miles, to the island of Devenish, one of the four hundred beautiful islands in the lakes. This island consists of a gently slop- ing hill, having about one hundred acres ; and on it are two extensive ruins of abbeys and a round tower, one of the curiosities of Ireland, in almost a perfect state, though its history has altogether perished. The tower is near one 232 ENNISKILLEN. hundred feet high, has a conical stone roof, and is perhaps fifteen feet in diameter. It is built without mortar, and the walls are three feet thick. Inside there is a hollow nine feet across at the base, gradually narrowing to the top ; there is no staircase and no entrance, except an aperture ten or twelve feet from the ground. Near it are walls, and ruins, and graves, and broken stone coffins, tenantless of their once-valued dust: also, many other grave-stones, moss- grown, and meaningless in their obliterated lettering. On the brow of the hill, and commanding a prospect of soft and rich beauty is the other abbey ruin, one side of which is all ivy-grown. Its tower stands yet, in part, with its stone steps. The walls around, now nearly all fallen down, must have enclosed an extensive space. What the round tow- ers, most of which converge toward the top, were for, who erected them, and when, are among the mysteries of Ireland's past. There are many theories, the champions of which, as has been remarked, would sooner " die on the floor" than give them up, and would probably die of ennui, if the ques- tion were at length set at rest. Some regard them as relics of Pagan times, temples of the sun; others, as belfries, re- servoirs for provisions, etc. From the hills are seen many other islands, used as pastures, in this beautiful lake; also, the undulations of many miles of surface, all as green now as in June, in America; hedge-rows, remnants of gardens, desolate rose-bushes, and mingled ruin and beauty gener- ally. The places around these ruins are yet regarded as holy ground. Passing along the lake we saw other ruins, with ivy-grown walls, standing near the shore of the lake, in exquisitely green pasturages, all with an air of mourn- ful desolation. Truly Ireland, in soil, climate, and beauti- ful, soft, and lovely scenery, appears to be as fine a country as I have ever seen. But its common and lower classes are degraded, ragged, mean, and groveling. We, in Amer- ica, are clearly ahead of all other nations in those insti- K.N'NISKILLEN. 233 tutions which make for the good of the mass. Here gov- ernment appears only as a means of advantaging the upper classes. Very many of the common class, with whom one meets and converses here, have relatives in America; their heart is with us : it bounds more quickly at the name of America; it is their land of promise. I have understood the amount of money sent back to their poor relatives, father or mother, by the emigrants in America, is enormous. It is delightful to see an Irishman brightening up at the mention of America. The angel comes upon his face. He straightens himself up as if he heard sweet music from afar, and begins to be aware that he has been, or will be a man ; that he belongs to the human race. I have listened to frothy Fourth of July orations, and read articles written by weaklings, to be read by witlings, in our magazine lite- rature I have never read or seen so great, or so eloquent a compliment to my country, as I have seen in the expres- sion of an Irishman's face at the thought of America. Though he may never see it ; though he may live and die in the island rimmed by the sea, yet the mere knowledge there is such a country, doubtless, often in his hours of toil brings the sun-light into his soul, and makes the verdureless human ruin glow. Never have I seen any thing so remark- able as the man coming on the face of an Irishman, when he sees an American. The O'Donohue. booted and spurred, and riding over the lake on his white-tailed war-horse a king come back out of the olden to redeem them all is an excitable and pleasurable fiction, that may or may not be, but America is a dream and reality both. It gives them just what they want now a little bread! The damnation is sure of such persons, and hell is greedy for them, who exclude foreigners from a little participation in the large inheritance of American progression, and from " leave to toil" on our broad lands, when these foreigners want to rise from the degradation of despotism, and extract from our U2 234 ATHLONE. otherwise useless and abundant soil, the mere subsistence which legitimated tyranny refuses them in the land of their birth. The world is la.rge enough for all persons except the covetous. American Knovv-Nothingism is an unparalleled atrociousness if it be less or more, longer, shorter, or in diagnosis or prognosis, any thing else than a requirement or enforcement of the intendments of the Constitution of the United States. It is not desirable to have the lower state of European morality superinduced on us; it is not desirable to have them in our official positions if we are to be mal-ruled, let it be by our own people with all their romance of antiquity and art. We do not want old-world- liness engrafted on the fresh and vigorous stock of America. We want to educe our own distinct nationality ; but at the same time in our plenty we are not going to look at their penury with scorn; in our largeness we are not going to turn aside the beseeching hands of lowness, and deny those a home and subsistence who are what we were. We are now at ATHLONE, in the centre of Ireland, and within hearing of the Falls of the Shannon, whose grand expanse, being the largest river in the three kingdoms, runs through the town. We left Enniskillen yesterday, at one o'clock, by coach, having pre- viously taken a stroll along Lough Erne ; the banks of which are reckoned by some, a little too enthusiastic perhaps, as second to none in Europe for beauty. There are views in the distance of ivy-covered ruins, those grand marks of Time's undoings, and of round towers, rising with peaked, pointed tops starward, and a rich, green country, with hills of meads and pastures. We also visited the Earl of Bel- more's castle a large building in the modern style. At the entrance to the grounds is a very pretty little cottage, ivy- grown, the gate-keeper's lodge, who admits you through an JLTHLONK. 235 iron gate; and the view of lawn and artificial lake; rich and rare shrubbery; carriage-drives and terraces, and deep, dark parks, with the stately castle amidst all is very beau- tiful. From Enniskillen our way lay along several beau- tiful lakes ; also many bogs, and some fine plantations of pasturage; and on the bog sides were many turf huts, apparently dunghill heaps the most miserable places in which a most miserable and abject race could be supposed to live windowless, floorless, muddy the green grass growing out of the old turf of which the house was built, and whose slatternly, ragged inhabitants, looked as if they only desired whiskey and only needed death. We also crossed some dirty, mean, and peculiarly low Irish-looking villages, where brawls, fighting, drinking, cursing, seemed the natural ingredients of existence. The country itself, in many parts, was of astonishing beauty, and only " man was vile." Arriving at Cavan a place where filth was securely entrenched we got into the cars, which took us through a thinly-peopled country, the landlords having ejected the poor inhabitants to make room for sheep pastures, to Mul- lington ; where, resting an hour or two, we resumed our course to Athlone passing some fine lakes, glimmering in the moonbeams. Arrived at Athlone, we fortunately found a clean hotel, rather a rarity in this part of Ireland, but truly a luxury after seventy miles railwaying and coaching. The towns through which we passed seem like a fever dream. It is not a very daring presumption, perhaps, to assert posi- tively they are human beings, and it is highly probable they are alive; but how they live, or why they live, or were born, do not clearly appear. Yet there are many things in these old Irish towns that may interest a thoughtful stranger as he strolls about. Here are the raggedest people on earth ingenious, and gro- tesque, many-colored raggedness out of which peers a face with a countenance of sordid, mean, poverty-stamped 236 ATHLONB. expression. The phases of these faces are really curious. Europe has the extremes of man. What wretchedness apparently ; what shoeless women and children ! As to their heads, they know nothing of such luxuries as hats or bonnets ; and frequently there is nothing else but an old torn cloak, half - concealing their shivering forms. Of course you are begged of and you give; unless you are like an English gentleman with whom I traveled, who never gave any thing, as he said, " on principle" rather an unprincipled principle! Tenantless and half-pulled down houses are numerous, from which the people have been ejected by the landlord, or his heartless under-lessee the people wandering off' in search of employment, or, if able, gone to America. Athlone is an old and filthy place. No traveler covetous of cleanliness should perambulate its streets. The Shannon here is broad, and not much unlike the Ohio in appearance. A splendid railway bridge here crosses it. There are ex- tensive fortifications, and a very ancient, strongly -built castle, with walls fourteen feet thick, surmounted with many cannon. The castle is circular, and bears the marks of great age. Other cannon are placed on various fortifica- tions, connected by walls, which, with the river, enclose a beautiful green promenade. Below the bridge, and near the river, is the Abbey of St. Mary. The long side walls of the chapel yet stand, rising from out the old graves inside 'and outside the ruins. There are yew trees, ivy- grown, gray old walls. On a corner-building, written in stone, I read the inscription, "This abbey was founded in 1210." The ivy essays to bind up the old walls, and the green grass springs luxuriantly over those who moulder in the mildew of death. We are in the centre of the bog region of Ireland, and nothing is burnt here for fuel but peat. It makes a pleas- ant fire, is cleaner than coal ; but does not throw out so THE SHANNON. 237 much heat. All the Irish here have some representative in America. The condition of the country is said to be im- proving, but it is still sufficiently horrid. The population has diminished about two millions within a few years. It is probable, however, that those who have been obliged to leave their country by the tyranny and avarice of their land- lords have, upon the whole, been much benefited. The lower Irish cannot improve in Ireland. People and nations fre- quently reach a point from which there is no improvement, while they remain in these circumstances. The negroes in Africa are unimprovable, except by slavery in America, a course through which energizes the race. It requires a new country, with new influences, to break the strong chain which binds them to their old habits. But if they exerted half the energy here which they are compelled to exert in America, they might transform this fine island into a paradise. The prosperity of a country depends on the energy of the people. It is not the mere vassalage of this island to England, nor the extreme heartlessness of the landlords, that keeps Ireland in its present abject state. Other causes, arising from the inertness of the people, have their influence. A people thoroughly under the influence of Catholicism rarely improve. Its effect is to merge this world too much in the other. The Catholic religion has too many worlds, heaven, hell, earth, and purgatory. The Apostles were not merely devotional men, but eminently practical, working spirits. But this morning (Monday, October 26th,) is pleasant and cool, and we are on our way in a steamer down the Shannon. After leaving Athlone its banks are low, and somewhat resemble those of the Mississippi, except that in many places there are large quantities of black stones and rocks. The land is in pasturage or meadow, and looks not unlike an American prairie. But it has not the apparent civilization of an American river-scene, though so much 238 THE SHANNON". older. Villages are fewer, and most of them look unpro- gressively wretched. Twelve miles below Athlone we came upon the ruins of Clonmacnoise, or the Seven Churches. These are supposed by some to be the remains of the " early Christianity" of Ireland. They are on a slightly elevated plot of ground, between which and the river extends a marsh or meadow. The ruins are most picturesque and grand, reminding one by their size of those on the Rhine. There are two round towers, one much higher than the other; the higher one being overgrown with ivy around is a large grave-yard, some of the tombs bear date as old as A. D. 1153. There are many large granite crosses black and gray with age. The corner towers of some of the churches yet stand, and the whole is a pile of majestic, monastic ruins. St. Kiernan is the guardian saint of these ruins, and the little stone on which it is believed his spirit still sits to cure diseases is shown. He is said to have founded a seat of learning here in 548. The inscriptions on the tombs are in the oldest form of Irish letters. Behind it arise singular artificial earth- mounds, possibly like the round towers, memorials of Pagan times. Below these ruins are those of an immensely strong old castle, in which the last of the regular old Irish chiefs lived the Macloghlons. It is all in ruins, toppling to decay ; nothing but massive, irregular thick stone walls, fallen and falling. The old Irish chief was hospitable always in debt, in fight, and in liquor house open to every one, and nothing kept up but the dignity of the family. On the opposite side of the river is a high mound, where you are told at night the fairies dance, stepping gayly on its green, grassy summit : and you will hear a legend about it if you look encouragement. There are mournful relics of the old Pagan and Christian times, and different ages and religions, all mingled together. It is said the early Christians here, as well as in other countries, built THE SHANNON. 239 their churches near places where Pagan rites had been held. Around these extensive ruins was formerly a large moat or ditch, part of which is still to be seen. Few ruins that I have seen are so impressive, so desolate as this collection of dilapidated churches on the low banks of the Shannon. Further on you come to the ruins of the Castle of Garry, with its dark ancient subterraneous fortress, into which it is said no one can enter without being followed by a curse; in confirmation of which I was told, three brothers, allured by a report of money being buried there, entered a few years ago two died immediately on return- ing to the opening after being in it, the third became an idiot, and can tell nothing of what he saw, and is yet a wanderer about the ruins. One old and high tower is yet standing. Near this I was shown the well of St. Kiernan, with a single tree near it, and a stone written over with unintelligible characters. The well is resorted to by the inhabitants, having, as is asserted, miraculous powers in the cure of diseases. Not far from this is a fine modern bridge over the Shannon, connecting the opposite banks at the antique mouldering town of Banagher, where are mod- ern towers surmounted with cannon, commanding the river. The banks of the river continue low, with numerous bogs, on which we see piles of peat, which being generally cut in May or June, is exposed during the summer to dry. There are numerous boats laden with it, and many small mules on land, with baskets of peat on each side, convey- ing it for sale. Below Banagher are many Martello towers, built in the time of Pitt, about 1805, when a French inva- sion was expected. Below this we pass the picturesque, ancient castles in ruins, some of which are nameless ; those of Redwood and Torr are particularly noticeable, having large fissures in the walls, over which the protecting ivy casts its tendrils. On account of the lowness of the banks the view extends to a great distance. There are numerous 24:0 KILLALOE. islands here, and at length the Shannon expands into the Lake Derg, twenty-three miles long, and in some places eleven broad, with numerous islands and high mountain banks, wooded and castellated. At Portumna is one of several locks on the Shannon, a Dublin Company having expended, a few years ago, thirty-five thousand dollars to improve the navigation. Here is the fine seat of Lord Cranmore, fronting the lake, and surrounded by larch groves. The brick castle of the Marquis Clanricarde is just opposite, a mass of ruined walls. In various places further down the banks of the lake into which the Shannon has now expanded, are stately stone ruins, nameless and noteless in history. On Holy Island are to be seen the ruins of Seven Churches, like those of Clonmacnoise the number seven being a favorite one in ecclesiastical affairs. There is here also a very high round tower, which can be seen many miles along the coast ; and here is also an ob- scure cave, which is the entrance of St. Patrick's Purga- tory, the saint having kindly consented to place it in Ire- land, as a special favor. The mountain scenery here is very fine the red and black bogs have disappeared, and the wavy outline of the high mountains surrounds the horizon. The "Devil's Bit" is a singular indentation in one of these mountains. The lake then narrows to a river again ; the mountains enclose it. There are numerous castles with soft sounding Irish names one is called Killala, being that of Brian Boroimhe, King of Munster. At Killaloe there is an old bridge across the river, and the scenery surrounding the old Irish town is truly beautiful. I visited the place where Brian Boroimhe's castle stood. The adjoining seat is now called Bally Vally. You pass along a road from Killaloe, (where we left the steamer,) on each side of which are high, stone walls; along which extend rows of fine old trees, which, as well as the walls, are covered with ivy. Passing through a pasturage K1LLALOK. 241 to a large grove of trees, you come to a high earth wall, outside of which is a moat, and inside a vast hollow space. This is all that is left of the old king's residence: he that fought so valiantly against the Danes one thousand years ago. The old guide tells you the marble and curiously carved work have been carried oft'. The old guide says that a sword has recently been found here, so large, that a man of the present day can scarcely lift it. He shows, also? where the king's kitchen was near half a mile from the castle; and says the servants he had were so numerous, that when the king dined, the servants stood in a row from palace to kitchen passing the dishes along rapidly without changing their postures. I entered the old Cathedral of Ktllaloe. Adjoining it is the Oratory of St. Molua, said to be one of the oldest buildings in Ireland. The cathedral is almost covered with extremely luxuriant ivy, of the varie- gated kind. In it, on one side, is a most curiously carved, antique arch, black with age, which is over the resting place of Brian Boroirahe's son. In the Oratory is a stone ceiling, apparently close to the roof the latter being also of stone. The guide showed me a passage, revealing an apartment between them which no one would suspect, where the lovely princess, daughter of the king, was concealed from the Danes. The floor of this most singular looking building resounds to the tread, revealing subterraneous passages be neath, one of which led to the adjoining cathedral ; the now walled-up entrance to which the guide showed by turning a secret panel in the 'cathedral. Around the church are numerous grave-stones, gray and black, long since unfaith- ful to the trust of affection name, effigy, all obliterated, and even the once hard blue limestone has crumbled. Departing from Killaloe in an Irish jaunting car, we passed along prospects of natural scenery of delicious loveliness cultivated slopes of mountains; numerous hedges and earth embankments, serving as fences ; numerous bogs, also, with 16 V 242 IRELAND. heaps of cut peat ; many houses or hovels of the poor Irish are also along the road. The ordinary negro cabins in the south are palaces compared to them. Turf, mud huts, with wet earthen floors, on which stand sad, barefoot, slatternly women, sickly, slovenly children, in squalid rags and wretchedness dejected, atyect, hungry, hopeless ! Out of these misera- ble hovels they are ejected by the rapacious landlords, who pull down the houses to get rid of them, justly concerned that such sights are a disgrace to their plantations, instead of making efforts to rebuild the houses and ameliorate the condition of the tenantry. Much of the country appears as if it had been depopulated by violence. We met an Irish family, who probably had just been ejected, carrying their all on their backs young children strapped on their backs, after the manner of the American Indians. Their appear- ance was the most dejected of any human beings I have ever seen. In this great, vast world, this plenteous, abun- dant universe, there seemed to be no place for them. Human effort seemed to have become extinct, and manly spirit had become ashes. They seemed ashamed to be ; and intruders in God's world, who had nothing except the air to breathe and the wide, dusty road on which to go fur- ther further ; on on ! A curse sink their heartless land- lords into a resurrectionless damnation ! A recent law, providing for the sale of encumbered estates, (to a great ex- tent abolishing the law of entail,) on petition of the creditors and proprietors, has brought much of the land of Ireland into new hands principally English capital being at present abundant in England ; and it is found that pas- turage, the raising of fine beef and mutton for the English nobility, is a better business than agriculture. But some- times the old Celtic spirit is aroused. Only a few days ago, in this region, a man who had bought some of these lands, and evicted the tenants, was shot dead in his buggy ; and many such cases have occurred. One of the landlords, IRELAND. 243 descending the Shannon in the steamer with us, had property of this description, from which the tenants had been ejected ; and it was very evident his feelings were not of the most tranquil description. In a workhouse, among the mountains, near the Shannon, I was assured that more peo- ple had died from starvation, neglect, want, misery, sickness t than had perished in the whole British army in the Crimea. The poor go there only as a last resort ; the tyranny and the life they are compelled to lead being only one degree better than naked starvation in the open air. The poorer class of Ireland must either emigrate or be exterminated- Ireland can be their home no longer. I have understood this is usually the conversation that takes place : " My father, my grandfather, my great grandfather, lived on this land paid you rent for it I am willing to pay as much, or more; only let me stay." The landlord replies: "This is my land. I paid my money for it. I choose to do with it what I please. I want it. You must leave." " Well, I'll hang for you," is generally muttered by the tenant, as he leaves. The old Celtic blood does not always keep down. It murders. On our route were numerous bogs. I asked the guide where he thought they came from. Ilis answer was "That in old times they had moved in." Like many more learned persons who make the deluge a scapegoat for every diffi- culty, he enlarged further on the subject, by saying "That at the time of the flood the bogs took to moving, and stop- ped down here." In digging down, many roots or stumps of trees are disclosed, apparently indicating that extensive swamps or forests occupied these places. On the road near the Shannon we came to an extensive, ancient, massive ruin, on the top of a vast limestone rock. This is Castle Connell, said also to have been a kingly resi- dence in old of the chiefs of Munster. Many portions of the thick walls, especially at the corners, where they are built 244 IRELAND. somewhat like towers, yet remain mortar and stone look- ing as if all had petrified into one solid rock. When last be- sieged and taken, the castle was blown up by gunpowder, and part of it has rolled down into the plain. The Irish ivy is all over the majestic, massive ruins, and the space between the walls is green and lovely, with the perennial vitality of Nature. It is here that the Falls of Dunoos, on the Shannon, are. We hired a boat with the rower, who took us over the safe portion of the rapids. We then landed on the beautifully cultivated domains of Sir Dillon Massey ; and passing an ancient-looking turret, most pic- turesquely mantled with ivy to its summit, we came to a place from which we had most splendid views of the roar- ing waters. The rapids are more than a mile in length, and the scene, taking it altogether, and abnegating all re- collection of Niagara, is very fine. Around you, on that side, are many walls and terraces, planted with beautiful flowers. Opposite is "Hermitage," the elegant seat of Lord Massey ; below you rage, roar and foam the waters through massy, mighty rocks. Foreign rivers cannot, however, move Americans. We deal in much mightier articles at home. Descending to the bank of the Shannon, MTG walked along a promenade rendered beautiful by artful shrubbery; and at length came to an avenue of trees lead- ing to the right, and encircling a small space like a shrine, in the centre of which is the holy Irish well. It is a deep, walled spring, whose waters are reckoned to possess mirac- ulous healing powers. Here is heathendom in a Christian land. It is a sort of Catholic chapel. Each tree around has images, or sculptures, or crucifixes, and niches, for ho.ly candles to burn at night. Around the spring is a path on which the devout diseased crawl on their bare knees. Each one who conies here is obliged to bring his own bowl with which to drink, and which he must leave when he departs. On the trees hang broken crutches, IRELAND. 246 which, as they are always cured, their faith being gtrong, they leave behind. On the ground are shown the places where they lie at night the places in summer being crowded. The water is rather palatable. Near are the ruins of an extremely ancient grave-yard and church. Our way to Limerick passes through the beautifully cultivated grounds of Lord Clare; but in immediate juxtaposition to the road are the horrid tenements of the poor, who, with their hogs, dwell in the same apartment the latter, doubtless, feeling himself the most comfortable of the dwellers. Other houses also, which appear to have been just pulled down to get rid of the tenants, who wished to live a little longer in their fatherland, Ireland being no longer the place for the Irish. I understand the emigration, much of it compulsory, from Ireland, at the present time, is enormous. Cheap emigrant trains, crowded, leave every morning from Limerick and other places, where are such partings and weepings as are seen nowhere else on earth. The landlord, if he can get rid of them in no other way, proffers them a ticket to America for the unexpired inter- est of their leases. Yet a more generous, warm-hearted imaginative people nowhere else exists. The " finest peasantry in the world," as O'Connell called them, have no home in their own country. Limerick consists of Irish and English town, and has a population of seventy thou- sand. In Irish town are hovels and huts that look like ulcers on the earth. You meet with the antagonism of every pleasurable feeling, and every sense is outraged, and each stink is a distinct undulation of olfactory horror. It would be pleasanter to undertake a pass defended by artil- lery, than one of these streets. The wild Irish, in the heart of the city, look at you from their diseased and drink- bleared eyes, with murderous meaning. The women in tattered cloaks, the ragged imps of unhumanized children, the stenches, the sights, the moving masses of living hu- V2 246 LIMERICK. inanity, crushed hearts and demoralized bodies, where one would think it agony to live ; these are the things within five minutes' walk of the stately streets and princely houses of English town. Limerick was the capital of the O'Briens, who were kings of Munster : Smith O'Brien, who attempted the insurrection of 1848, being their descendant. The Marquis of Thomond was the recent representative of the family ; but by his death, without direct descendants, the title is extinct, and the fine estates of the marquis all sold by the Encumbered Estates' Court. The Cathedral is rather a heavy but still grand old building. It was founded by the O'Briens, and is massive and almost sublime in its proportions, though not elegant. The great tower on the top was used as a fortress for cannonading, by the Irish, when De Ginkel attacked the city. This was the commander who, when attacking Athlone, and summoning it to surrender, was replied to by Colonel Space, who held it for the king (James II.), by firing his pistol into the air, exclaiming : " These are my terms, and when my provisions are gone I will eat my boots." The Cathedral was founded nearly one thousand years ago. Around it are numerous blank and noteless tombs, defaced by age. The trees around are aged and grand. I stood and listened to its chime of bells, consisting of four notes, sad as the wailing of a banshee over an extinct family. I have seldom heard any thing so simply and solely beautiful. It is an eloquent, gentle pleading, a yielding affectionate remembrance- dying dream-like; lonely, wild, and plaintive. The story is told, that they are the treasured work of many years of an Italian artist, from whose native village, where he had them placed that he might listen to them in the evening, they were stolen and carried to Ireland. The artist lost wife, children, friends, all, and his home was devastated by war. He followed his work to Ireland, and hearing their familiar chime suddenly when sailing on the Shannon, LIMERICK. 247 the unexpected gush of memories of youth, and a happier home and time, killed him. He fell back and died while in an attitude of listening. The Cathedral is now fitted up with pews in the Protestant style. Not far from the church stands the moat massive, dark, and impregnable looking castle I have yet seen. Many high and old towers, out of which, as well as the church, grow grapes and plants a botany out of ruinousness, all from very age giving an impressive, antique appearance. The very long narrow windows of the church its high, dark gray tower, on which a cannon, mounted, did most destructive damage to the be- siegers the black, grass-grown, ruined walls of St. Mary's Abbey, seen in various streets, give this part of the town an interesting appearance. Near all flows the Shannon, across which is the Thomond bridge, an ancient structure, at one end of which is a limestone rock shaped like a chair, on which it is said the famous treaty by which, on condi- tion of surrendering the city, the Catholics were guaran- tied the free exercise of their religion, was signed, which treaty was shamefully violated by the Protestant House of Orange, who appear to have been rather more religious than they were moral. The treaty stone may have been glorious in another day ; but when I saw it, four dirty, hat- less, ragged-scragged, shoeless, Irsh urchins were sitting on it, and it was the indication to a grocery or drinking shop. In this part of Ireland, the " chief end of man" seems to be to drink. " Licensed by law to sell spirits," is seen on many houses, as if, by a kind of "legal fiction," that which is essentially injurious could be made right. Limerick has some commerce fine lace is made here, gloves also and fish-hooks ; but curious, interesting, antique wretched- ness is more common than any thing else. In English town there are several streets and places near Richmond Square, that are really beautiful, and almost cleanly. But W9 are off from Limerick. Station after station flies by 248 KILLARNEY. old stone, roofless and tenantless castles on high lonely hills muddy, miserable, modern streets of Irish hovels, on bogs, where immortal souls grovel earthward in slime and filth, flit by there are miles of moor, heath, and bog, ridges of mountain- then, each higher than the other, appearing in the distance streams of black water, over which antique bridges are seen. Depopulated, unhappy, beautiful, green, desolate Ireland is seen everywhere, and at length we stop in the midst of the Killarney scenery, naturally a wonder, a glory, and a dream of embodied beauty, far in the southwest of Ireland, one hundred and one miles from Limerick. Killarney is the prettiest, little, glorious crea- tion of lake, island, barren, bare, picturesque peak, water- fall ruin in the whole world. There is a delicious little completeness of beauty about here, which is suggestive of the same kind of feelings as are induced by the sight of some rarely beautiful woman, which almost every one may remember to have seen somewhere. We arrived in the evening, and I had a slight view of the principal lake, with its islands and its mountain ramparts, from the windows of my hotel, (the Lake Castle House,) in a mystic watery moonlight. Next morning, in a walk along the shores of the lake of a mile you meet with a grand ruin, and sur- rounded by elegantly kept grounds. It is Muckross Abbey, eight hundred years old, sitting in the splendor and grandeur of ivy and a