when suddenly we heard a sound as of the burst of smothered thunder rolling above; yet there was something earthly in the sound, that told us it could not be thunder. Our guide hastily pointed out to us a part of the mountain opposite, from whence the sound came. It was an avalanche. We saw the smoke of its path among the rocks, and continued to hear at intervals the bursting of its fall. It fell on the bed of a torrent, which it displaced, and presently we saw its tawny-coloured waters also spread themselves over the ravine, which was their couch. We did not, as we intended, visit the Glacier de Boisson to-day, although it descends within a few minutes' walk of the road-wishing to survey it at least when unfatigued. We saw this glacier, which comes close to the fertile plain, as we passed. Its surface was broken into a thousand unaccountable figures; conical and pyramidical crystallizations, more than fifty feet in height, rise from its surface, and precipices of ice, of dazzling splendour, overhang the woods and meadows of the vale. This glacier winds upwards from the valley, until it joins the masses of frost from which it was produced above, winding through its own ravine like a bright belt flung over the black region of pines. There is more in all these scenes than mere magnitude of proportion; there is a majesty of outline; there is an awful grace in the very colours which invest these wonderful shapesa charm which is peculiar to them, quite distinct even from the reality of their unutterable greatness. Essays, Letters from Abroad, etc.," by P. B. SHELLEY. (1,183) 66 14 47. HYMN BEFORE SUNRISE IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI. Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause O dread and silent mount! I gazed upon thee Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought; entranced in prayer Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet we know not we are listening to it, Thou the meanwhile wast blending with my thought- As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven. Awake, my soul! not only passive praise Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the vale! Or when they climb the sky, or when they sink,— Thyself Earth's rosy star, and of the dawn Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, And who commanded, and the silence came,— "Here let the billows stiffen and have rest"? Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven GOD! sing, ye meadow streams, with gladsome voice! Utter forth GOD! and fill the hills with praise! 48. NAPOLEON. Napoleon understood his business. Here was a man who in each moment and emergency knew what to do next. It is an immense comfort and refreshment to the spirits, not only of kings, but of citizens. Few men have any next; they live from hand to mouth without plan, and are ever at the end of their line, and after each action wait for an impulse from abroad. Napoleon had been the first man of the world if his ends had been purely public. As he is, he inspires confidence and vigour by the extraordinary unity of his action. He is firm, sure, self-denying, self-postponing, sacrificing everything-money, troops, generals, and his own safety also-to his aim; not misled, like common adventurers, by the splendour of his own means. "Incidents ought not to govern policy," he said, "but policy incidents.” "To be hurried away by every event is to have no political system at all." His victories were only so many doors, and he never for a moment lost sight of his way onward in the dazzle and uproar of the present circumstance. He knew what to do, and he flew to his mark. He would shorten a straight line to come at his object. Horrible anecdotes may, no doubt, be collected from his history of the price at which he bought his successes; but he must not therefore be set down as cruel, but only as one who knew no impediment to his will; not bloodthirsty, not cruel-but woe to what thing or person stood in his way! Not bloodthirsty, |