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From an Island,
Torpedo, England on the,
Country-House on the Rhine, The, 22, 95, 142, Lettice Lisle, .
578 Yeoman Service,
Led on -past childhood's easy grassy ways,
Past plans and failures of less sanguine days,
Oh friends! if loved ones love me to the last,
And deem earth sadder for that I am gone, Think not too much of the dim track I've pass'd, Think still of me as but led on-led on!
In the band of noble workers
Seems no place for such as I:
Lofty purpose, high endeavour,
These are not ordained for me;
Not my wtll, gracious Lord,
Not my blind will and wayward be fulfill'd!
All my heart's wishes are subdued and still'd.
Shrink back from taking up a needed cross,
Just now a hand is linked in mine,
I call this God-made world divine!
DEATH OF LAMARTINE. -France has lost a
From Macmillan's Magazine. ODDS AND ENDS OF ALPINE LIFE. BY PROFESSOR TYNDALL.
these four men pronounced flatly against
SINCE the publication, seven years ago, of a little tract entitled " Mountaineering in 1861," I have contributed hardly anything to the literature of the Alps. I have gone to them every year, and found among them refuge and recovery from the work and the worry, which acts with far deadlier corrosion on the brain than real work, of London. Herein consisted the fascination of the Alps for me: they appealed at once On the day subsequent to this defeat, to thought and feeling, offered their prob- while crossing the Cimes Blanches with lems to the one and their grandeurs to the Bennen, we halted to have a last look at other, while conferring upon the body the the mountain. Previous to quitting Breuil soundness and the purity necessary to the I had proposed to him to make another athealthful exercise of both. There is, how-tempt. He was averse to it, and my habit ever, a natural end to Alpine discipline, was never to persuade him. On the Cimes and henceforth mine will probably be to me Blanches I turned to him and used these a memory. The last piece of work requir- words: "I leave Breuil dissatisfied with ing performance on my part was executed what we have done. We ought never to last summer; and, unless temptation of un- have quitted the Matterhorn without getusual strength assail me, this must be my ting upon yonder arête." The ridge to last considerable climb. With soberness which Bennen's attention was then directed of mind, but without any approach to re- certainly seemed practicable, and it led gret, I take my leave of the higher Alpine straight to the summit. There was moisture peaks. in the strong man's eyes as he replied, falling into the patois which he employed when his feelings were stirred, "What could I do, sir? not one of them would accompany me." It was the accurate truth.
And this is why it has occurred to me to throw together these odds and ends of Alpine experience into a kind of cairn to the memory of a life well loved. Previous to the year 1860, I knew the Matterhorn as others did, merely as a mountain wonder, for up to that time no human foot had ever been placed on its repellant crags. It is but right to state that the man who first really examined the Matterhorn, in company with a celebrated guide, and who came to the conclusion that it was assailable if not accessible, was Mr. Vaughan Hawkins. It was at his invitation that in August 1860 I took part in the earliest assault upon this formidable peak. We halted midway, stopped less by difficulty, though that was great, than by want of time. In 1862, I made a more determined attack upon the mountain, but was forced to recoil from its final precipice; for time, the great reducer of Alpine difficulties, was not sufficiently at my command. On that occasion I was accompanied by two Swiss guides and two Italian porters. Three of
To reach the point where we halted in 1862 one particularly formidable precipice had to be scaled. It had also to be descended on our return, and to get down would be much more hazardous than to climb. At the top of the precipice we therefore fastened a rope, and by it reached in succession the bottom. This rope had been specially manufactured for the Matterhorn by Mr. Good, of King William Street, City, to whom I had been recommended by his landlord, Appold, the famous mechanician. In the summer of 1865, the early part of which was particularly favourable to the attempt, one of the Italians (Carrel dit le Bersaglier) who accompanied me in 1862, and who proved himself on that occasion a very able cragsman, again tried his fortune on the Matterhorn. He reached my rope, and found it bleached to snowy whiteness. It had been exposed for three years to all