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And on thy happy shore a Temple still,
memory of thee ; beneath it sweeps
While, chance, some scatter'd water-lily sails
Pass not unblest the Genius of the place!
must Pay orisons for this suspension of disgust.
The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height
Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet
And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again
Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and ren,
To the broad column which rolls on, and shows
Horribly beautiful! but on the verge,
Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene,
(1) I saw the “ Cascata del marmore” of Terni twice, at different periods; once from the summit of the precipice, and again from the valley below. The lower view is far to be preserred, if the iraveller has time for one only ; but in any point of view, either from above or below, it is worth all the cascades and torrents of Switzerland put together : the Staubach, Reichenbach, Pisse Vache, fall of Arpenaz, &c. are rills in comparative appearance. Of the fall of Schaffhausen I cannot speak, not yet having seen it.
(2) of the time, place, and qualities of this kind of iris the reader may have sern a short account in a note to Manfred. The fall looks so much like " the hell of walers” that Addison thought the descent alluded to by the gulf in which Alecto plunged into the infernal regions. It is singular enough that iwo of the finest (ascades in Europe should be artificial--this of the Velino, and the one at Tivoli: The traveller is strongly recommended to trace the Velino, at least as logh as the little lake called Pie' di Lup. The Reatine territory, was the Italian Temple, * and the ancient naturalist, arnong other beautiful varieties, remarked the daily rainbows of the lake Velinus.f A scholar of great name has devoted a treatise to this district alone. I
*" Reatini me ad sua Tempo duxerunt.” Cicer. epixi ad Attic, vv. lib. iv.
t" In eodem lacu nullo non dio apparere arcus.” Plin. Hist. Nat. lib. i1. capku.
f All Manut. do Reatina Urbe Agroque, ap. Sallengre, Thesaur. tom. i. p. 778
Once more upon the woody A ponnine,
Glaciers of bleak Mount-Blanc both far and near,
Th’ Acroceraunian mountains of old name :
All, save the lone Soracte's heights display'd
For our remernbrance, and from out the plain
The drill'd dull lesson, forced down word by word (*)
(1) In the greater part of Switzerland the avalanches are known by the name of lauwine.
(2) These stanzas may probably remind the reader of Ensign Northerton's ree marks ; “ Den Homo," &c. but the reasons for our dislike are not exactly the same. I wish to express that we become tired of the task before we can coinprehend the beauty: that we learn by rote before we can get by heart; that the freshness is worn away, and the future pleasure and advantage deadened and destroyed, by the didactic anticipation, at an age when we can neither feel nor understand the power of campositions which it requires an acquaintance with life, as well as Latin and Greek, to relish, or to reason upon. For the same reason we never can be aware of tho fulness of some of the finest passages of Shakspeare, (“ To be, or not to be," for instance,) from the habit of having them hamınered into us at eight years old, as an exercise, not of mind, but of memory: so that when we are old enough to enjoy them, the taste is gone, and the appetite palled. In some parts of the Continent, young persons are iaught from more common authors, and do not read the best classics till their maturity. I certainly do not speak on this point from any pique or aversion towards the place of my education. 'I was not a slow, though an idle boy; and I
Aught that recalls the daily drug which turn'd
If free to choose, I cannot now restore
Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so,
Awakening without wounding the touch'd heart,
hear the owl, and plod your way.
Whose agonies are evils of a day-
believe no one could, or can be, more attached to Harrow than I have always been, and with reason ;-a part
of the time passed there was the happiest of my life ; and my preceptor (the Kev. Dr. Joseph Drury) was the best and worthiest friend I ever puissessod, whose warnings I havo romembered but too well, though ton late, when I have erred, -and whose counsels I have but followed when I have done well or wisely: If ever this imperfect record of my feelings towards him should reach his eyes, let it remind him or one who never thinks of him but with gralilude and veneration of one who would more gladly boast of having been his pupil, by more closely following his injunctions he could reflect any honour upon his instructor.
O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light,
The double night of ages, and of her,
“ Eureka!” it is clear When but some false mirage of ruin rises neur.
Alas! the lofty city! and alas !
Alas, for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay,
Her resurrection ; all beside - decay.
Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free! ..(1).For a comment on this and the two following, stanzas, the reader may consult Historical Illustrations of the Fourth Canto of Childe Harold.
(2) Orosius gives three hundred and twenty for the number of triumphs. He is followed by Panvinius; and Paavinius by Mr. Gibbon and the modern writers.