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And ail his bells were raiilBed. Then my

Lowering his voice, address' d me : " Through

this Chasm
On and say nothing — for a word, a breath,
Stirring the air, may loosen and bring down
A winter's snow — enough to overwhelm
The horse and foot that, night and day, defiled
Along this path to conquer at Marengo.
Well I remember how I met them here,
As the light died away, and how Napoleon,
Wrapt in his cloak — I could not be deceived
Rein'd in his horse, and ask'd me, as I pass'd,
How far 't was to St. Remi. Where the rock
Juts forward, and the road, crumbling away,
Narrows almost to nothing at its base,
'T was there; and down along the brink ho

To Victory ! — Dessaix, v/ho turn'd the scale, (4)
Leaving his life-blood in that famous field
(When the clouds break, we may discern the

In the blue haze), sleeps, as you saw at

Just as you enter' d, in the Hospital- church."
So saying, for awhile he held his peace.
Awe-struck beneath that dreadful Canopy ;
But soon, the danger pass'd, launch'd f>rth





JoRASSE was in his three-and-twentieth year ;
Graceful and active as a stag just roused ;
Gentle withal, and pleasant in his speech,
Yet seldom seen to smile. He had grown up
Among the Hunters of the Higher Alps ;
Had caught their starts end fits of thoughtfulness,
Their haggard looks, and strange soliloquies,
Said, to arise by those who dwell below,
From frequent deaUngs with the Mountain-
But other ways had taught him better things ;
And now he numbered, marching by my side.
The Savans, Princes, who with him had cross'd
The frozen tract, with him familiarly
Through the rough day and rougher night con-
In many a chalet round the peak of terror,*
Round Tacul, Tour, Well-horn and Rosenlau,
And Her, whose throne is inaccessible, t
Who sits, withdrawn, in virgin-majesty,
Nor oft unveils. Anon an Avalanche
Roll'd its long thunder ; and a sudden crash,
Sharp and metallic, to the startled ear
Told that far-down a continent cf Ice
Had burst in twain. But he had now begun,
And with what transport he recall' d the hour
When to deserve, t

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