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scene that presented anything like an interesting view. From the windows of our apartment we had the bridge immediately before our sight. In this view many other features of the scene, nothing in themselves, looked well in combination with it, more especially some of the watch towers.

After dinner, we set off to wander about the town and its vicinity. We agreed that the former was dirty and gloomy; and we frequently observed the grass growing between the stones in the pavement of the streets. We did not find any of those hanging gardens such as we had seen at Berne, which is also built on the site of a lofty promontory, washed by a river at its One thing, however, arrested our attention in this place, that must not be passed in silence, because it has a strong claim to an historical interest of a remarkable nature. I allude to a very old lime-tree which stands near the ancient Rath-haus. If tradition speaks truth, this tree is a monument of heroism. The tale says, that, after the famous battle of

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Morat, in 1476, a young man of Freyburg, who had been wounded in the action, was so desirous to announce the defeat of their enemies to his fellow-citizens, that he ran all the way from the field of battle, bearing in his hand the branch of a lime tree, in token of success. Scarcely, however, had he passed within the walls of the city, and gained this spot, when, bleeding and exhausted, he could only utter the word victory, and fell dead on the ground. The lime branch, that he bore in triumph to his native town, was taken from his hand, planted on the spot where he expired, and in process of time grew into a noble tree, still carefully preserved in its old age by the citizens of Freyburg, in memory of the event. The trunk of this decaying lime is twenty feet in circumference.

At some little distance without the walls of Freyburg, over the river Saarine, a second suspension-bridge has been erected; it is, however, only for foot passengers. How any one can venture to cross it is to me wonderful.

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is so slight, and altogether so dangerous, that my nephew, who ventured upon it, felt so uncomfortable that he turned back after advancing but a very You may imagine how I was frightened. I stood on a height, some distance from the bridge, and when he stepped on it, though he was the only person who did so at the moment, it swung backwards and forwards at every step he advanced. I saw him take hold of the light iron rail, which ran like the line of an extended cord along the bridge; but this railing was so open and altogether so insufficient for protection, that had his head turned giddy, as he looked on the vast depth beneath, he might have been precipitated into the river below, without even a chance of escape. I felt very uneasy till I saw him turn, and slowly and cautiously retrace his steps. He said, on joining us, that he thought this bridge very dangerous. Yet, such is the power of habit, we soon after observed two or three market women walking over it with great bundles on their heads, with perfect

indifference, though the bridge vibrated and shook just as it did before, when I was so much frightened for my nephew.

I will not here add more than to assure you I am, my dear Brother, always

Your affectionate Sister,

ANNA ELIZA BRAY.

LETTER XXIII.

TO A. J. KEMPE, ESQ., F.S. A.

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Departure from Freyburg in Switzerland. - Extreme Heat. New Character in the Scenery. — Payeron. Moudon. Lake of Geneva. — Approach to Lausanne.-Lake described.-Rousseau. The Héloïse. Great Names connected with Lausanne. The Town, &c. Hotel de Gibbon. -The Garden. - Friends at the Hotel.

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Extraordinary Player on the Mandolin. -Chillon. Gibbon.- A Moonlight Scene: Reflections suggested to the Writer by the same.

My dear Brother,

ON the 23d of July we quitted Freyburg, at seven o'clock in the morning. Never shall I forget that day, for never before had any of us, I verily believe, suffered so much from heat. There was not a cloud in the sky. The sun shone out in all its most dazzling lustre. Not even the lightest breath of air, sufficient to fan a rose leaf, was stirring. The heat was intense - it was like that which pours itself forth from

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