sea-green waters of the Reuss rush with the swiftness of a mountain torrent. Some of the pictures are not without merit, but this for the want of sufficient light is not easily distinguished.

The most interesting of the sights of Lucerne, and which we visited in a pouring rain, is the Monument to the memory of the Swiss Guards. The figure is that of a lion wounded to death, hewn out of the living sandstone rock, and is 28 feet long and 18 high. I never saw anything of the kind which impressed me so much. The Guards fell while defending the Royal Family of France, August 10th, 1792. Murray says, and says, I believe, truly, "It is the most appropriate monument in Europe."

8th, Wednesday. After breakfast we left the Hôtel du Cygne at 7 30 a.m., for Meyringen over the Brünig pass. The morning was beautiful, and heaven and

earth conspired to make us happy.

"But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill." We first proceeded in a steamer, then in a row-boat, then by carrriage, and then in the way in which we ascended the Rigi. The lake, which is the largest and most romantic in the interior of Switzerland, is very irregular in outline. Hence its dif

ferent reaches are named from the chief places on their banks, as the lake of Lucerne proper, the lake of Alpnach, the lake of Stanz, and the lake of Uri. Its depth is in some places 900 feet; and its length is about 25 miles, but its breadth is very unequal. The river Reuss traverses the lake in its entire length.

The culminating point of the pass of the Brünig is 3790 feet above the sea-level; and though destitute of the grandeur presented by snowy peaks, some of the scenes are enchanting. Here we met a school

of young gentlemen who, judging from the extraordinary sounds to which they gave birth as they proceeded among the beauties of nature, were in a perfect phrensy of delight. The road passes through a forest of pines, and the first part of it is very steep. To me it seemed as if "the mountains and the hills broke forth before us into singing, and all the trees of the field clapped their hands."—ISAIAH.

"Ipsi lætitia voces ad sidera jactant
Intonsi montes; ipsæ jam carmina rupes,
Ipsa sonant arbusta."-ECL. v. 62, seq.
"with joyous cry

The untill'd mountains strike the echoing sky;
And rocks and towers the triumph speed abroad."
WRANGHAM.

Through God's mercy, we reached Meyringen in sufficient time (6 p.m.) to see the lions of the village which is in the canton of Berne, on the right bank of the Aar. The population, according to Murray is 2359, although I should not have supposed that the number had been so great.

The World's Gazetteer gives a very different figure. The houses are very striking, more so than any we saw in any other part of Switzerland; and many of them have a passage of scripture, or a proverb, or some religious sentiment written upon them. In the vicinity are several fine cascades. The inhabitants are Protestants. Brockedon says, "The vale of Meyringen concentrates as much of what is Alpine in its beauties as any valley in Switzerland." This witness, for aught I know, is true. It has, however, serious drawbacks. The source of the mischief is the Alpbach, mountain torrent. In 1762, a large part of the village was buried, in one hour, 20 feet deep in rubbish. The débris still covers many of the fields and gardens around, which is not pleasant to the eyes. As to the women, they are not quite so plain as those of most other Swiss valleys. Does their Protestantism think you help

them a little? "Their holiday costume is peculiar and not ungraceful, consisting of a bodice of black velvet reaching up to the throat, starched sleeves, a yellow petticoat, and a round black hat, not unlike a soupplate, and about the same size, stuck on one side of the head, and allowing the hair to fall in long tresses down the back." [Murray, p. 86.] These costumes, I understand, are more worn in the Oberland of Berne than in any other part of Switzerland. Indeed, they have disappeared from many cantons. But the women in many cantons have peculiar head-dresses. The men never wear a costume, and their garments are very homely. We put up at the Inn Sauvage.

9th, Thursday. At 9 a.m. we started with the same sedan or arm-chair, bearers, horses, and guides for Grindelwald, by the Great Scheideck. The first part of our ascent from the vale of Meyringen was