ELEGIAC STANZAS. The lamented youth whose untimely death gave occasion to these elegiac verses, was Frederick William Goddard, from Boston in North America. He was in his twentieth year, and had resided for some time with a clergyman in the neighbourhood of Geneva for the completion of his education. Accompanied by a fellow-pupil, a native of Scotland, he had just set out on a Swiss tour when it was his misfortune to fall in with a friend of mine who was hastening to join our party. The travellers, after spending a day together on the road from Berne and at Soleure, took leave of each other at night, the young man having intended to proceed directly to Zurich. But early in the morning my friend found his new acquaintances, who were informed of the object of his journey, and the friends he was in pursuit of, equipped to accompany him. We met at Lucerne the succeeding evening, and Mr. G. and his fellow-student became in consequence our travelling companions for a couple of days. We ascended the Righi together; and, after contemplating the sunrise from that noble mountain, we separated at an hour and on a spot weli suited to the parting of those who were to meet no more. Our party descended through the valley of our Lady of the Snow, and our late companions, to Art. We had hoped to meet in a few weeks at Geneva: but on the third succeeding day (on the 21st of August) Mr. Goddard perished, being overset in a boat while crossing the lake of Zurich. His companion saved himself by swimming, and was hospitably received in the mansion of a Swiss gentleman (Mr Keller) situated on the eastern coast of the lake. The corpse of poor G was cast ashore on the estate of the said gentleman, who generously performed all the rites of hospitality which could be rendered to the dead as well as to the living. He caused the handsome mural monument to be erected in the church at Küsnacht, which records the premature fate of the young American, and on the shores too of the lake the tra veller may read an inscription pointing out the spot where the body was deposited by the waves. LULLED by the sound of pastoral bells, Rude nature's pilgrims did we go, From the dread summit of the Queen* Of mountains through a deep ravine, Where, in her holy chapel, dwells "Our Lady of the Snow." The sky was blue, the air was mild; As if, to rough assaults unknown, A countenance that sweetly smiled→→→ Mount Righi-Regina Montium. And we were gay, our hearts at ease; If foresight could have rent the veil O Goddard! what art thou?—a name— We met, while festive mirth ran wild, We parted upon solemn ground Fetch, sympathising powers of air, Beloved by every gentle muse Though lodged within no vigorous frame, the His soul her daily task renewed, Not vain is sadly-uttered praise; The words of truth's memorial vow Are sweet as morning fragrance shed Lamented youth! to thy cold clay And, when thy mother weeps for thee, SKY-PROSPECT. FROM THE PLAIN OF Lo! in the burning west, the craggy nape That for oblivion take their daily birth, DESULTORY STANZAS, ON BEING STRANDED NEAR THE HAR- UPON RECEIVING THE PRECEDING SHEETS BOUR OF BOULOGNE.t WHY cast ye back upon the Gallic shore, Ye furious waves! a patriotic son * One of the villages desolated by the fall of part of the mountain Rossberg. + Near the town of Boulogne, and overhanging the beach, are the remains of a tower which bears the name of Caligula, who here terminated his western expedition, of which these sea-shells were the boasted spoils. And at no great distance from these ruins, Bonaparte, standing upon a mound of earth, harangued his " army of England," reminded them of the exploits of Cæsar, and pointed towards the white cliffs upon which their standards were to float. ecommended also a subscription to be raised among the soldiery to erect on that ground, in memory of the foundation of the "Legion of He re FROM THE PRESS. As on Parnassus rules, when lightning flies, | Is not the chamois suited to his place? From this appropriate court, renowned Lucerne [cheers Calls me to pace her honoured bridge that The patriot's heart with pictures rude and stern, An uncouth chronicle of glorious years. Like portraiture, from loftier source, endears That work of kindred frame, which spans the lake Just at the point of issue, where it fears The form and motion of a stream to take; Where it begins to stir, yet voiceless as a snake. Volumes of sound, from the cathedral rolled, This long-roofed vista penetrate-but see, + Sarnen, one of the two capitals of the Canton of Underwalden; the spot here alluded to is close to the town, and is called the Landenberg, from the tyrant of that name, whose chateau formerly stood there. On the 1st of January, 1308, the great day which the confederated country, all the castles of the governors were heroes had chosen for the deliverance of their taken by force or stratagem: and the tyrants themselves conducted, with their creatures, to the frontiers, after having witnessed the destruc Landenberg has been the place where the legis tion of their strongholds. From that time the lators of this division of the Canton assemble. The site, which is well described by Ebel, is one of the most beautiful in Switzerland. The bridges of Lucerne are roofed, and open at the sides, so that the passenger has, at the same time the benefit of shade, and a view of the magnificent country. The pictures are history on the cathedral-bridge, amount, accor attached to the rafters: those from Scripture ding to my notes to 240. Subjects from the Old Testament face the passenger as he goes towards the cathedral, and those from the New as he returns. The pictures on these bridges, as well as those in most other parts of Switzerland, are not to be spoken of as works of art; but they are instruments admirably answering the purpose for which they were designed. No more;-time halts not in his noiseless [flood; Nor turns, nor winds, as doth the liquid Life slips from underneath us, like that arch Of airy workmanship whereon we stood, Earth stretched below, heaven in our neighbourhood. Go forth, my little book! pursue thy way; Go forth, and please the gentle and the good; Nor be a whisper stifled, if it say Bold spirit! who art free to rove Among the starry courts of Jove, And oft in splendour dost appear Embodied to poetic eyes, While traversing this nether sphere, She wrapped thee in a panther's skin; What though this ancient earth be trod That treasures, yet untouched, may grace Mounting from glorious deed to deed some future lay. TO ENTERPRISE.* KEEP for the young the impassioned smile Shed from thy countenance, as I see thee stand High on a chalky cliff of Britain's Isle, From one who, in the evening of his day, *This poem having risen out of the "Italian Itinerant," etc., (page 197), it is here annexed. As thou from clime to clime didst lead, O Prove that thy heaven-descended sway The stripling seeks the tented field; From cloud to cloud, and brave the light Among the monsters of the deep, The domination of his glorious themes, If there be movements in the patriot's soul, no more. Dread minister of wrath! Who to their destined punishment dost urge [hardened heart! The Pharaohs of the earth, the men of Not unassisted by the flattering stars, Thou strew'st temptation o'er the path When they in pomp depart, With trampling horses and refulgent cars- Or stifled under weight of desert sands- It quivers and is still; Or to forget their madness and their woes, Wrapt in a winding-sheet of spotless snows! Back flows the willing current of my song: Still may a veteran few have pride In fixed resolves by reason justified; But, if such homage thou disdain Pours forth in shady groves, shall plead But thou, O goddess! in thy favourite isle And love, when worthiest of the name, |