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BY PROF. OLIVER M. SPENCER.
may takes to her otherwise, this mach will be FROM Geneva we take the diligence to St. Mar
to wear the Bloomer costume. Her fame rests
HERE AND THERE; OR, TIDBITS OF TRAVEL. upon the solid worth of her contributions to our literature. In these she has honored both her sex and her country. Whatever exceptions we
CHAMOUNI AND MONT BLANC.
TROM to by .
tins. We have space only to add one or two charac- . Arve amid scenery well calculated as an introteristic, though brief, poems:
duction to the sublimities of the higher Alps, on MY LAYS.
account of its wild and picturesque beauty. One "My lays, my lays, would they might find
moment we are threading a narrow defile or An echo in my country's heart!
climbing a steep and stony ascent, and the next Be in its home-affections shrined,
we are sweeping over a furious torrent, or under Form of its cherished things a part;
a frowning precipice, or beneath the spray Be like wild flowers and common air,
graceful waterfall. As the crowded diligence Blooming for all, breathed every-where goes lumbering over the bridge of St. Martins Or like the song of forest bird,
we catch a view of the distant Alps, which alone Gushing for all, felt more than heard.
would more than repay us for our trip across the Earnest, untiring, might they be
Atlantic. The loftiest mountain in Europe, with Like barks before a breeze at sea,
his attendant, snow-clad peaks, looms up grandly Whose dashing prows point homeLike good knights bound for Palestine,
in the distance, with an outline so clearly defined Like artists, warmed by fire divine,
and of a magnitude so stupendous, as to deceive O'er ioy Alp and Appenine,
the unpracticed eye and produce an impression Holding their way to Rome
of close proximity. Like arrows flashing through the light,
“How far is it to Mt. Blanc?" I inquired of Like eagles on their sunward flight,
the conducteur. Like to all things, in which we see
"More than twelve miles in a straight line." An errand and a destiny."
"Impossible.” Here is another, uttered in the same free, bold "You will find 'it nearly twenty before you get strain:
there." And so we did. THE MARCH OF MIND.
The hee, hee, allez of the postillions becomes “See yon bold eagle, toward the sun
more emphatic, and the weary horses prick up Now rising free and strong,
their ears and quicken their pace as we enter the And see yon mighty river roll
village of Valenches. Its sounding tide along:
Having dined we exchange the diligence for a Ah! yet near the earth the eagle tires;
calèche or char a banc, an odd-looking vehicle, Lost in the sea, the river;
capable of carrying two or three persons, and, But naught can stay the human mind from its great strength and lightness, peculiarly 'T is upward, onward, ever!
adapted to traveling among the Alps. Our It yet shall tread its starlit paths,
horses, under the inspiration of the music of By highest angels trod,
their bells, dashed off at a rapid rate over the And pause but at the farthest world
broad plain, where the Arve is accustomed to In the universe of God.
take up its winter quarters, till we reached the 'T is said that Persia's bafiled king,
steep and rocky ascent near the village of Chede. In mad, tyrannic pride,
From this point we walked the most of the way Cast fetters on the Jlellespont,
to Chamouni-a distance of twelve or fourteen To curb its stormy tide;
miles; yet so bracing and invigorating was the But freedom's own true spirit heaves
mountain air, and so diversified was the scenery, The bosom of the main
that on our arrival at the latter place we rather It tossed those fetters to the skies,
felt refreshed than fatigued. And bounded on again!
During the last three hours we have passed The scorn of each succeeding age
through almost every gradation of beauty and On Xerxes' head was hurled,
sublimity—from a gentle streamlet, skirted with And o'er that foolish deed has pealed
green-sward and enameled with flowers, to a The long laugh of a world.
mountain torrent leaping from its dizzy hight Thus, thus defeat, and scorn, and shame,
and reascending in clouds of mist—from the Be his who strives to bind
most quiet scene of pastoral beauty, to the wildThe restless, leaping waves of thought, est spectacle of savage grandeur—from a simple The free tide of the mind!”
cascade, dissipating itself into spray, to the
foaming cataract plunging into chasms whose ain. To the right the Mer de Glace stretches depths one can not even contemplate without a away for leagues and appears like a sea that had shudder; and now as we enter the vale of Cha- been wrought up into tempest and then suddenly mouni the climax is reached as the whole range congealed; while above us the aiguilles—bristof Mt. Blanc, with its glaciers and aiguilles, rises ling with pinnacles and castellated turretsand recedes in perspective before us.
pierce the very clouds with their colossal obelisks The village of Chamouni is characterized, dur- of granite. Nor is the eye less struck with the ing the summer months, by all the bustle and beauties than the sublimities of the spot. Here excitement of a fashionable watering-place. The are picturesque masses of rock and icebergs of hotels are usually crowded, and great difficulty is the most fantastic shapes. And here, too, upon frequently experienced in obtaining accommoda- the very verge of eternal snow, the lily and hyations. This we found to be the case by experi- cinth, the blue-bell and the rhododendron, with a
The ladies of our party were accommo- variety of other flowers of surpassing beauty, dated as a matter of course, but how we never are strewn around in the wildest profusion. could learn. A young student from Paris and Our guides having furnished each of us with myself were finally disposed of by both agreeing an alpenstock—a pole about six feet long, with a to occupy a single bed in the fourth story till spike at one end and a chamois horn at the some of the guests should depart. This was other—we descended upon the Mer de Glace. A close quarters, to be sure, as those will best ap- near approach discloses immense fissures or rents preciate who have ever seen a Swiss or German in the ice, running transversely and extending to bedstead; but I have heard of still closer since the depth of several hundred feet. These creOn our return voyage the second cabin of the vasses are the chief source of danger in crossing Atlantic was crowded, as will be inferred from the glaciers. A single misstep and you are gone. the following conversation. We had been nearly Many a daring chamois hunter sleeps his last a week out at sea, when a son of the Emerald sleep amid their profound recesses. One of our Isle came on deck and inquired for the captain. guides, as he preceded us with a batchet cutting
"They call me the captain, sir; what 's want steps or landing-places for our feet in the treaching?"
erous ice, entertained us with an account of a “I'm after wanting a berth, yer honor.” shepherd, who, having lost his footing, was pre
“Wanting a berth! Where have you been cipitated to the bottom of one of these fissures. stowing yourself away ever since we left port ?" Here following the bed of the torrent that ran
“Why, sir, you see I've been sleeping on top beneath the vault of ice, he reappeared below at of another man that 's bin seasick; but he's got the foot of the glacier, having sustained no furbetter now, and he says an' troth he won't stand ther injury than that of a broken arm. it any longer."
The glaciers constitute not only one of the We arose the next morning on better terms sublimest features of Alpine scenery, but one of with each other than with several other bed-fel- the most singular and striking of natural phelows that we had never bargained for; but a good nomena.
A brief account of their formation breakfast of Alpine trout and chamois venison, and construction may not be uninteresting to with a prospect of better quarters, put us into an some of our readers. Immense quantities of excellent good humor.
snow, having accumulated upon the Alpine sumImmediately after breakfast, mounted on mules, mits during nine months of the year, are parwe commenced the ascent of the mountain for tially melted during the three remaining months the Mer de Glace and Montanvert. Three hours and converted into a semi-fluid mass. This is of hard scrambling among broken fragments of urged down the steep declivities and gentle slopes rocks and the projecting roots of pines and of the mountain by its own weight. As it adlarches, brought us to the Pavilion. Here we vances it fills up the hollows or basins that interare, more than six thousand feet nearer the blue vene between the adjacent peaks, now spreadabove than we ever were before, or may ever be ing out into a broad ice sea, and now winding again! A magnificent view opens out before us. around a rocky promontory, or contracting itself The lofty evergreens that skirt the mountain's to one-half its original dimensions, as it passes base have dwindled apparently to slender shrubs, through a narrow gorge formed by projecting while the cattle grazing in the valley below, or spurs. In consequence of being repeatedly melton the slopes of the opposite mountain, appeared and frozen this viscous mass undergoes crysno larger than grasshoppers or beetles. Nearer tallization, and finally becomes consolidated into by the Arveiron rushes forth from its dome-shaped ice of a beautiful ultra-marine or azure color. arch at the extremity of the Glacier du Bois, as This transformation, however, does not arrest its if just emerging from the bowels of the mount progress. The enormous sea of ice, bearing
upon its ample bosom large masses of rock and On our return to Chamouni in the evening we debris, moves steadily onward and downward at found the whole village in an uproar of excitethe rate of about two feet every twenty-four hours, ment, occasioned by the safe return of a party deeply furrowing the granite sides of the mount that had just made the ascent of Mt. Blanc. ain in its irresistible advance, and grinding its For nearly two days the whole community had rocky bed down to an impalpable dust. As the been thrown into a state of feverish anxiety. bottom of its channel becomes more inclined and Various were the conjectures and conflicting the, uneven the surface of the glacier is fractured accounts with regard to the success of the enterand rent into fissures. These widen and deepen prise. No one talked or seemed to think of any as it approaches a steep declivity, or some fright- thing else. “What's the news?” meant nothing ful precipice, when the whole mass is upheaved more nor less than “have you heard any thing and broken into huge fragments resembling pyr- from Mt. Blanc?" Numerous parties had asamids and obelisks that erelong topple headlong cended the opposite hights to watch the progress down the steep abyss with a thundering crash of the adventurers with glasses, and, as certain that grinds them to powder.
points in the ascent were reached in safety, a During the summer months the whole surface signal was given, which was acknowledged by a of the glacier is gradually undergoing the proc. number of salutes from several small cannon, ess of melting. The water thus formed, having which at every discharge waked up the distant collected itself, first into rills and then into larger echoes of the Alps. But now as the party enstreams, is precipitated, here and there, into a tered the village, headed by a band of music,
or fissure in the form of cascades. and followed by the wives of the guides, who These again all unite along the bed of the glacier had gone out to embrace their husbands, and into a single stream, which, gathering strength congratulate them on their safe return, the exand velocity as it sweeps along its sub-glacial citement knew no bounds. Shopmen desert channel, soon reappears, issuing from beneath their shops. The hotels not only empty themits icy arch at the lower extremity of the glacier, selves of their guests, but there is a general a furious torrent that, in its mad and unbridled exodus from the landlord down to the porter. career, sweeps every thing before it.
Chamber-maids and cooks, with bare heads and Thus, in the economy of nature, are these vast naked arms, elbow their way among lords and treasures of snow and hail locked up in their ladies. Guides with their mules and nurses with mighty reservoirs and bound in fetters of ice, their babies are mingled promiscuously together. that they may become in reality the fountain. Even the poor cripple has hobbled out on his heads of life and fertility. As the season of the crutches to join in the general joy, while the year approaches when streams and rivers begin chattering cretin, with his shrunken limbs and to desert their channels, and the thirsty earth vacant countenance, laughs in a kind of idiotic every-where opens her parched lips to drink in glee. All distinctions are forgotten in the unithe shower that does not descend, then gradually versal scramble to see the third lady who has these sealed fountains are set at liberty, and immortalized herself by making the ascent of leaping joyfully down the sides of the mountain, Mt. Blanc. with a savage and fierce delight, replenish the “Here she comes!" exclaimed a tall Yankee, dried-up springs and empty water-courses, car- who, like Saul, was head and shoulders above rying flowers and fruitfulness into the valleys, the rest of the crowd. and joy and plenty to the peasant's heart and “How does she look ?"' nervously inquired a household.
chubby little Englishman as he raised himself
on tiptoe, and stretched his neck to its maximum " Ye ice falls! Ye that from the mountain's brow
of longitude. Adown enormous ravines slope amainTorrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice,
“I can hardly tell,” replied brother Jonathan And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! with a sly wink, “but I am rather inclined to Motionless torrents! Silent cataracts!
think she looks out of her eyes." Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven
Presently a young girl, apparently about sixBeneath the keen, full moon? Who bade the sun teen, dressed in Bloomer costume, and with Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers
a wan and weary expression of countenance, Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?
made her appearance from an upper balcony, God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
| courtesied like a prima donna, and then retired God! sing ye meadow streams with gladsome voice!
amid the prolonged cheers of the enthusiastic Ye pine groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! :
crowd. There was an illumination and a display And they, too, have a voice, yon piles of snow,
of fireworks in the evening. And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"
The ascent of Mt. Blanc is attended with
both greater difficulty and expense than I had summits, up, steadily up, till it has reached the formerly supposed. The present party, consist-crowning summit of them all, then it is that the ing of two or three, were accompanied by six- soul expands, and for the first time begins to teen guides, besides other attendants to carry take in the sublime conception of its magnitude. provisions, who received for their services one “All that expands the spirit, yet appalls, hundred francs apiece.
Gather round these summits, as to show Late at night I returned to my room, but not How earth may pierce to heaven, yet leave vain man to sleep. The bustle and excitement of the day, below." and now, at the dead hour of night, the con But we may not always linger even amid such tinual roar of the Alpine torrents, and the occa scenes as these; 80, mounted upon our mules, we sional thunder of a falling avalanche, proved are off for Martigny by the pass of the Tete Noir. too much for my shattered nerves. I arose, and, This embraces some of the wildest scenery drawing aside the window curtain, gazed out among the Alps. A brilliant morning, a pleasupon a scene of greater beauty and sublimity ant party, a constant succession of agreeable than my pen dare attempt to portray. The surprises, and one of the most communicative sparkling waters of the furious Arve dance in of guides, who, in addition to his services as the moonbeams beneath my window with a wild muleteer, volunteered those, also, of a French and delirious joy. The forests of pine that teacher, contributed to make the trip a most skirt the base of the mountain seem, with their delightful one. As our path crossed one of saintly forms and uplifted, outstretched arms, as those rich mountain pasturages, which here and if paying their acts of silent devotion to heaven there dot the Alps like so many emerald isles, above, or pronouncing their benedictions upon the inmates of the chalet—a structure very the earth beneath. The ice cliffs, with their pre- much resembling one of our western log-cabins— cipitous hights and countless pinnacles, glitter in were busily engaged in hay-making. Noticing the moonbeams like pyramids of polished silver. the awkward manner in which they handled the The mountain peaks, rising successively one short scythe, I dismounted, and begged the privabove another, are now clothed in somber ever. ilege of showing them how a Buckeye would do green, and now sparkling with crystals of eternal it. Though neither born nor bred a farmer, I frost. Far above these, towering majestically, managed to cut considerable of a swath. and wrapt in his everlasting drapery of snow, " Tres bon! Tres bon!" shouted the peasants like a robe of ermine, Mt. Blanc lifts his hoary as they clapped their hands, while I, elated with crest, simple, solemn, and sublime, the monarch so much applause, set off on a full trot to overof them all.
take our little caravan. There he stands! At times he appears like In one of these Alpine passes the variety of some mighty, steel-clad warrior surrounded by the scenery is only equaled by the variableness his body guard, with their snowy helmets glitter of the temperature. Spring, summer, autumn, ing in the morning sun. At others, when the and winter are comprehended at different elevastorm is abroad, encircling his brow with angry tions within a single day. Here the grain has clouds, he reminds you of Jupiter enthroned been harvested, here it is green, and here it among the gods, hurling the thunderbolt, scat- refuses to grow at all. Now we skirt along a tering the lightnings, and firing the heavens. rocky ledge or frightful precipice, amid somber But not so to-night. All is calm and still. The forests of the larch and pine, and now we rise hoary mountain rises silently from the midst of into a region where flowers and butterflies enjoy his forests of pine like some colossal altar, a summer of only a fortnight's duration. Below whose summit, surrounded by light and fleecy us are green fields and smiling meadows, where clonds, and attended by a train of stars, like so you may still hear the tinkling of bells and the many golden censers exhaling incense to the murmur of waterfalls. Above 118 are the rocks skies, might constitute a shrine before which an and eternal snows, intrenched amid solitude and angel might bow in silent adoration as in the utter silence. Here and there a solitary lichen, immediate presence of the Infinite. This, and the last effort of exhausted nature to vegetate, much more that my pen can not describe, suf- relieves the aspect of the surrounding desolafused my eyes with tears as I turned away and tion. Among those rocky fastnesses are the wept for joy.
eagle's eyrie and the haunts of the chamois, Perhaps the impression produced by a first while far above their summits the bearded conview of Mt. Blanc, as at Niagara or St. Peter's, dor of the Alps sweeps aloft in a series of spiral is that of disappointment. But as the eye
curves, till he appears as a dim, blue speck in travels slowly up from the base of the mountain, the heavens, and is finally lost to the acbing from one peak to another of the surrounding vision.
THE TRUE CHRISTIAN.-" Jesus ansoered them, and the inspiration of the Almighty giveth” this " raid, My doctrine is not mine, but his that sent me. If derstanding.” But we shall not meet with this spirit any man will do his will, he shall know of the doctrine, any where but in the way of obedience. The knowl. tohether it be of God, or whether I speak of myself." edge of Christ, and the keeping of his commandJohn cii, 16, 17.
ments, must always go together, and be mutual causes He is a true Christian indeed, not he that is only of one another. book-taught, but he that is God-taught; he that hath
ORIGINAL SIN." Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; "an unction from the holy One,” as our apostle call
and in sin did my mother conceive me." Psalm li, 5. eth it, “that teacheth him all things;" he that hath
Some persons would persuade us that these words the spirit of Christ within him, that searcheth out
are only a hyperbolical aggravation of David's early the deep things of God. For as no man knoweth the things of a man, save the spirit of man which is
sins and propensity to evil from his childhood. But in him; even so the things of God knoweth no man,
the text is strong and plain in asserting sin, some
way or other, to belong to his very conception, and but the Spirit of God.”
to be conveyed from his natural parents; which is a Ink and paper can never make us Christians, can derer beget a new nature, a living principle, in us;
different idea from his actual sigs, or even from his can never form Christ, or any true notion of spiritual
early propensity to sin in his infancy. It asserts and things, in our hearts. The Gospel, that new law
shows the cause or spring both of this evil propensity which Christ delivered to the world, it is not merely
and of his actual sinning, which operated before ho a letter without us, but a quickening Spirit within us.
was born. So that these expressions can not be a Cold theorems and maxims, dry and jejune disputes,
hyperbole, or figurative exaggeration of what is, but lean syllogistical reasonings, could never yet of them
it seems a downright fiction of what is not, if original selves beget the least glimpse of true heavenly light,
pravity be not thus conveyed and derived. the least sap of any saving knowledge in any heart.
THE REJECTED STONE OF THE BUILDERS.-" The stone All this is but the groping of the poor dark spirit of
which the builders rejected is become the head of the corman after truth, to find it out with his own endeav
ner." Mark xii, 10. See also Psa. cviii, 22; Matt. ors, and to feel it with his own cold and benurubed
xxi, 42; Luke xx, 17; Acts iv, 11; and 1 Peter ii, 7. hands. Words and syllables, which are but dead
The rabbing say that among the materials collected things, can not possibly convey the living notions of
by David for the Temple was an angular piece of heavenly truths to us. The secret mysteries of a di
granite, which attracted a great deal of attention, vine life, of a new nature, of Christ formed in our
before the building commenced, from its strange hearts, they can not be written or spoken; language
shape and the largeness of its bulk, but afterward and expressions can not reach them; neither can they
became a source of perpetual annoyance to the workever be truly understood except the soul itself be
men, whose progress was retarded by it. They atkindled from within, and awakened into the life of
tempted to make it fit in the foundation, where its them. A painter that would draw a rose, though he supposed doformity might escape observation; and, may flourish some likeness of it in figure and color,
after repeated failures, it was carried away, and would yet he can never paint the scent and fragrancy. Or, bave been forgotten but for the proverb it occasioned, if he would draw a flame, he can not put a constant
“A stone of stumbling, and a rock of offense.” At heat into his colors. He can not make his pencil length the building was completed, all except an undrop a sound. All the skill of cunning artisans and
accountable opening at tho head of the corner, for mechanics can not put a principle of life into a statue
which no provision had been made, and wbich the of their own making. Neither are we able to inclose
utmost skill of the architect could not fill, till the in words and letters the life, soul, and essence of any derided stone was thought of, brought upon the spiritual truths, and as it were incorporate it in them. ground, and hoisted to the top, amid the glad hoVirtue can not be taught by any certain rules or
sannas of the multitude. “The stone rejected by precepts. Men and books may propound some di the builders had become the head of the corner.” rections to us, that may set us in such a way of life and practice, as in which we shall at last find it WERE THE EVANGELISTS ILLITERATE!-- We have within ourselves and be experimentally acquainted been accustomed to acquiesce in the application of with it; but they can not teach it like a mechanic art this epithet, and to glory in it, without considering or trade. No surely. “There is a spirit in man, and its different meaning in reference either to their times