those of Des Bossons, and De Bois. They usually lie in a direction north and south, rarely east and west; and the reason, perhaps, is, that the action of the sun would be too powerful for their preservation, if they were not deeply imbedded in valleys rarely visited by his rays.

It is a curious circumstance, that this romantic valley, in which are some of the sublimest objects in nature, should have been undiscovered till about sixty years ago, when two of our countrymen ventured to explore it. The history of their expedition is rather amusing, not from the dangers they encountered, but from those they apprehended, and the measures they took to guard against them. All that was known about it, till then, amounted to this, that there was an exceedingly sublime valley somewhere to the south, in the heart of Savoy, a few of whose inhabitants occasionally came to Geneva with its produce, and spread the report of its grandeur. Interested by these accounts, Dr. Pickard and a Mr. Wyndham, who happened to meet with some of these mountaineers,

other travellers mention no more. But I have one of the models of the vale, in relief, alluded to in page 169, in which there are seven glaciers represented as descending into the valley; one of the additional glaciers is called the glacier des Pelerins-but the other is without a name. I have described things for the most part as I saw them, and have never followed the representations of preceding travellers, contrary to the evidence of my own senses.

on a market-day at Geneva, determined to visit it. They accordingly made ready as for a most formidable enterprise, and furnished themselves with firearms, as though they were going amongst a barbarous people. But when they reached the vale, they were not more astonished at the sublime appearances of nature it exhibited, than at the extent and civilized state of its population. They saw many populous villages scattered in the midst of corn-fields and of meadows, surrounded by woods that are ever green, and ice that never melts-in a valley, eighteen miles in length, and about one in breadth, environed by mountains of appalling height, and presenting an endless variety of grand and terrific forms-peaks of bare and rugged rock, and summits covered with eternal snow, that seem to prop the heavens, and forbid the daring footsteps of man-while from their sides, and from their brows they rolled down vast accumulations of ice, to blend their fantastic shapes and mingling hues with the softer scenery below-and in the midst of all, the life and business of husbandry and pasturage advancing, at an elevation of more than three thousand feet above the level of the sea, and in a seclusion till then unknown to all the world beside themselves and the simple natives of the place. The first impression of the scene, even upon those who are apprised of it, is powerful,-what must it have been to these adventurers. was an interesting discovery, and future travellers may well record their names with gratitude. But I

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must close this letter. Some lines of Lord Byron occur to me as admirably descriptive of the scenes in which it leaves me:

-Above me are the Alps,

The palaces of nature, whose vast walls
Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps,
And throned Eternity in icy halls

Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls
The avalanche-the thunderbolt of snow!
All that expands the spirit, yet appals,
Gather around these summits as to shew

How earth may pierce to heaven, yet leave vain man below."

Your's, &c.

LETTER XX.

LAUSANNE.

MY DEAR

WE were, happily, much favoured by the weather during our short stay in the vale of Chamouni, and enjoyed a most auspicious day for the ascent of Montanvert, and the visit to the Mer de Glace. Montanvert rises abruptly from the vale of Chamouni, and may be considered as one of the bases of Mont Blanc. Its height is 2752 feet abovethe valley, and it is beautifully wooded to the summit. From this latter circumstance it has derived its name. It is usually ascended by travellers, as it commands the sea of ice, and the wilderness of snowy mountains that surround and overhang it to the south, with the vale of Chamouni, Mount Breven, the Col de Balme, and many other majestic elevations to the north.

Mr. H. and myself took an early breakfast, and leaving the ladies in the care of Sir S-, left Chamouni at half-past seven, and reached the summit

of the mountain about ten. The ascent is exceedingly steep, and is frequently made in part upon mules, but we performed the whole on foot. Our guide was Michael Ferrez, one of those who accompanied M. de Saussure in his first ascent to Mont Blanc, a robust, careful, civil, and intelligent man, to whose assistance and information we were greatly indebted. At the commencement of the expedition we were each furnished with a long pole, with a spike at the end, for which we found abundant use before our return. About half way up the mountain, we paused to rest a moment at the fountain of Caillet, where Mons. Florian met the beautiful girl who furnished him with the subject of an interesting tale, called La Belle Savoyarde. She was presenting a basket of strawberries to an English traveller, as he passed. We drank some of the water, and found it very refreshing after an hour's previous toil; it was cool and clear-whether, like Mons. Florian, we drank in inspiration with the draught, remains hereafter to be proved. As far as I am concerned, I am happy that you are to be the judge. I have little to fear from one so partial---you will not censure even if you cannot praise.

In our ascent we observed the ruin which had been wrought by many avalanches, while our ears were assailed by the thunder of others, occurring in higher districts of the mountains, and out of our