jestic than the scene in which this bold action took place but I have said so much about the bay of Uri, that I will here only add, a small chapel erected thirty-one years after the hero's death, and opened in the presence of one hundred and fourteen persons who were known to him, is dedicated to the memory of Tell: "a strong testimony," as Mr. Murray truly remarks, "that the events of his life are not a mere romance." The chapel is raised on the ledge of rock where he leapt ashore; it is an open arcade, lined with rude and decaying paintings representing the acts of Tell's life. Once a year, mass is said and a sermon preached in this small chapel.

I have little more to add. We continued our course to the extremity of the lake, where the finish of the picture is worthy all that precedes it. After rounding the cape on which stands the little chapel, the tapering and most picturesque spire of the church of Fluellen appears in the extremity of the bay. Its background is a lofty mountain, where, entered by a rugged track, lies the road to Mont St. Gothard.

Opposite are those mountains already described; on the east is the valley of Isenthal; and between this and Fluellen, appears the centre compartment and finish of the scene. Some woods, and a most picturesque old château, with its deep slanting roof, are in front; beyond, in the far distance, the high and peaked tops, with their dazzling crowns of snow, of the Pristenstock and Uri Rathstock mountains.

Soon

After contemplating this, the concluding scene, with delight, we bade adieu to our fellow travellers, who went on shore at Fluellen to begin the ascent to Mont St. Gothard. after, the bell of the steamer rang and announced our return to Lucerne. There we arrived in time for the table d'hôte, and were glad to retire early to rest after the fatigues and delights of the day.

It is time also for me to say good night to you in this letter, which I do very sincerely; to morrow we shall continue our journey — till then farewell, and believe me always

Your most affectionate sister,

ANNA ELIZA BRAY.

LETTER XVII.

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

. Entlebuch.

The Valley
Early

Early Morning.- Angry Aspect of Pilatus.-Adieu to Lucerne. The Bramegg. - Thunder Storm among the Mountains. of the Emme.-Arrival at Escholymatt. Rising. - Sight of the Church and Church-yard. -Women garlanding the Graves. - Garlands for the Dead; their Origin - connected with Antiquity. Reflections suggested by the Subject.

My dear Brother,

On the morning of the 16th of July I rose at a very early hour, to be in readiness for our departure for Thun. The extreme heat of the previous day rendered it probable that on this we should be visited with a thunder storm, and, on looking towards Pilatus, the appearance of that mountain, and, indeed, of all the chain of Alps of which it is the vanguard, proclaimed that such would be the case, that the gloomy

spirit of the mountain was calling up his hosts

to pour upon the lower world his showers of "arrowy lightnings," rain, and hail. Nothing could be more sublime than the gloomy gathering of the elements of the tempest, that now hastened to congregate around the brow of the angry Pilatus.

We all contemplated the scene with wonder and admiration. But though the old mountain put on his worst frowns, they did not so far intimidate us as to change our plans for departure. All we did was to have the carriage so packed that the head might be quickly raised, and the cloaks and umbrellas at hand, that no time might be lost in arming ourselves against the storm whenever it might come down. It was well we did so, for we had soon cause to know that a storm amongst the mountains in Switzerland was not a thing to be met merely as a passing shower.

We quitted Lucerne, driving through the busy scene of the market at an early hour. We were to pass in our way the mountain of the Bramegg, by a long and excellent road which extends for many miles. It was whilst passing

over the Bramegg that the storm overtook us : we had it in all its fury. I will not here talk of its romance; there was no time to think about it; for surely, had a water-spout burst upon us we could not have been more deluged. We were obliged to stop. Up went the head of the carriage, on went the cloaks, and down came the flood. In five minutes the road was like a running stream. Our poor horses stood still as statues, and bent their heads, and seemed to try to turn them away from the pelting of the pitiless storm.

My nephew, very good-naturedly, lent our voiturier his macintosh, or the good old man must have been drenched to the skin. We had large cloaks: but, as only the back part of the carriage had any covering, it did not afford us sufficient protection; we had soon little pools of water within it, and my companions now disposed the ends of their cloaks so as to catch the rain that fell, and to bale it out; and thus there was nothing to be seen but sheets of water pouring down, and slashing the ground in great broad drops, as hard as they could pelt, accom