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Float the sweet tones of star-born melody;
Wild as that hallow'd anthem sent to hail
Bethlehem's shepherds in the lonely vale,
When Jordan hush'd his waves, and midnight still
Watch'd on the holy towers of Zion hill!



THE WISEST of us all, when woe
Darkens our narrow path below,
Are childish to the last degree,
And think what is must always be.
It rains, and there is gloom around,
Slippery and sullen is the ground,
And slow the step; within our sight
Nothing is cheerful, nothing bright.
Meanwhile the sun on high, although
We will not think it can be so,
Is shining at this very hour
In all his glory, all his power;
And when the cloud is past, again
Will dry up every drop of rain.


BYRox. THE CHATEAU DE CHILLON, is situated at the extremity of the Lake of Geneva, and in its dungeons, we are told in history, that the early reformers were confined and executed. In the cells are still to be seen seven or rather eight pillars with rings fastened in them for the fetters and the fettered, and on the pavement are left the traces of the steps of Bonnivard, who was imprisoned here for many years. This much is fact, the details of the poem, however, are entirely the creation of the poet's fancy. According to the poem, Bonnivard is confined with his two brothers in these dungeons on account of their religion,-his other three brothers and his father had fallen before this under the hand of the persecutors. These three brothers are fastened to pillars, but in such a way that they cannot see each other's faces. They cheer one another by songs and stories, but at last the second eldest, who had been “a hunter on the hills," and one to whom “fettered feet" was “the worst of ills," dies of a broken heart. We will give four extracts from the poem, beginning, first, with the account of the younger brother's death, which, according to Lord Jeffrey, is the most tender and beautiful passage in the poem.

BUT HE, the favourite and the flower,
Most cherish'd since his natal hour,
His mother's image in fair face,
The infant love of all his race,
His martyr'd father's dearest thought,
My latest care, for whom I sought
To hoard my life, that his might be
Less wretched now, and one day free;

He, too, who yet had held untired
A spirit natural or inspired
He, too, was struck, and day by day
Was wither'd on the stalk away.
Oh, God! it is a fearful thing
To see the human soul take wing
In any shape, in any mood :
I've seen it rushing forth in blood,
I've seen it on the breaking ocean
Strive with a swoln convulsive motion,
I've seen the sick and ghastly bed
Of Sin delirious with its dread;
But these were horrors—this was woe
Unmix'd with such—but sure and slow:
He faded, and so calm and meek,
So softly worn, so sweetly weak,
So tearless, yet so tender-kind,
And grieved for those he left behind;
With all the while a cheek whose bloom
Was as a mockery of the tomb,
Whose tints as gently sunk away
As a departing rainbow's ray-
An eye of most transparent light,
That almost made the dungeon bright,
And not a word of murmur-not
A groan o'er his untimely lot,-
A little talk of better days,
A little hope my own to raise,
For I was sunk in silence- lost
In this last loss, of all the most!
And then the sighs he would suppress
Of fainting nature's feebleness,
More slowly drawn, grew less and less :
I listen'd, but I could not hear-
I call’d, for I was wild with fear;
I knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread
Would not be thus admonished;
I call'd, and thought I heard a sound-
I burst my chain with one strong bound,
And rush'd to him: I found him not,
I only stirr'd in this black spot,
I only lived-I only drew
The accursed breath of dungeon-dew;
The last—the sole—the dearest link
Between me and the eternal brink,
Which bound me to my failing race,
Was broken in this fatal place.
One on the earth, and one beneath-
My brothers—both had ceased to breathe :
I took that hand which lay so still,
Alas! my own was full as chill;
I had not strength to stir, or strive,

But felt that I was still alive-
A frantic feeling, when we know
That which we love shall ne'er be so.

I know not why

I could not die,
I had no earthly hope, but faith,
And that forbade a selfish death.

Bonnivard's mind bows under the grief consequent on the death of his brothers, and he loses all consciousness of the circumstances of his fate. The first thing that rouses him from his stupor is the carol of a bird at the little window of his prison. We give the passage :

A light broke in upon my brain,-

It was the carol of a bird ;
It ceased, and then it came again,

The sweetest song ear ever heard ;
And mine was thankful till my eyes
Ran over with the glad surprise,
And they that moment could not see
I was the mate of misery;
But then by dull degrees came back
My senses to their wonted track,
I saw the dungeon walls and floor
Close slowly round me as before,
I saw the glimmer of the sun
Creeping as it before had done,
But through the crevice where it came
That bird was perch'd, as fond and tame,

And tamer than upon the tree;
A lovely bird, with azure wings,
And song that said a thousand things,

And seem'd to say them all for me!
I never saw its like before,
I ne'er shall see its likeness more:
It seem'd like me to want a mate,
But was not half so desolate,
And it was come to love me when
None lived to love me so again,
And cheering from my dungeon's brink,
Had brought me back to feel and think.
I know not if it late were free,

Or broke its cage to perch on mine,
But knowing well captivity,

Sweet bird! I could not wish for thine !
Or if it were in winged guise,
A visitant from Paradise ;
For--Heaven forgive that thought! the while
Which made me both to weep and smile;
I sometimes deem'd that it might be

My brother's soul come down to me;
But then at last away it flew,
And then 'twas mortal-well I knew,
For he would never thus have flown,
And left me twice so doubly lone,
Lone-as the corse within its shroud,
Lone-as a solitary cloud,

A single cloud on a sunny day,
While all the rest of heaven is clear,
A frown upon the atmosphere,
That hath no business to appear

When skies are blue, and earth is gay.

He is now allowed to walk up and down in his cell, and having made a footing in the wall, he clambers to his window, in order as he tells us.

"to bend « Once more, upon the mountains high,

The quiet of a loving eye.” In the following beautiful lines he describes the view from the “ crevice of his prison, with his melancholy feelings on the occasion.


I saw them and they were the same,
They were not changed like me in frame;
I saw their thousand years of snow
On high-their wide long lake below,
And the blue Rhone in fullest glow;
I heard the torrents leap and gush
O'er channel'd rock and broken bush ;
I saw the white-wallid distant town,
And whiter sails go skimming down ;
And then there was a little isle,
Which in my very face did smile,

The only one in view;
A small green isle, it seem'd no more,
Scarce broader than my dungeon floor,
But in it there were three tall trees,
And o'er it blew the mountain breeze,
And by it there were waters flowing,
And on it there were young flowers growing,

Of gentle breath and hue.
The fish swam by the castle wall,
And they seem'd joyous each and all;
The eagle rode the rising blast,
Methought he never flew so fast,
As then to me he seem'd to fly,
And then new tears came in my eye,
And I felt troubled—and would fain
I had not left my recent chain ;
And when I did descend again,
The darknesss of my dim abode

Fell on me as a heavy load;
It was as is a new-dug grave,
Closing o'er one we sought to save,-
And yet my glance, too much oppress'd,
Had almost need of such a rest.

The poem concludes with an account of Bonnivard's liberation from the dungeon.


It might be months, or years, or days,

I kept no count- I took no note,
I had no hope my eyes to raise,

And clear them of their dreary mote;
At last men came to set me free,

I ask'd not why, and reck'd not where,
It was at length the same to me,
Fetter'd or fetterless to be,

I learn'd to love despair.
And thus when they appear'd at last,
And all my bonds aside were cast,
These heavy walls to me had grown
A hermitage and all my own!
And half I felt as they were come
To tear me from a second home:
With spiders I had friendship made,
And watch'd them in their sullen trade,
Had seen the mice by moonlight play,
And why should I feel less than they?
We were all inmates of one place,
And I, tire monarch of each race,
Had power to kill-yet, strange to tell !
In quiet we had learn'd to dwell-
My very chains and I grew friends,
So much a long communion tends
To make us what we are:-even I
Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.

1. Give some account of the Castle of | ual extinction of the younger brother's Chillon.

life. 2. How far are the statements in the 10. How did Bonnivard get free from poem strictly true?

his chain? 3. What portions are the creations of 11. What liberty was he now allowed? the poet's fancy?

12. Why did he wish to look from his 4. On account of what were Bonnivard lonely window? and his brothers imprisoned ?

13. Name the objects he saw when he 5. How were the brothers placed ? looked from his cell. 6. Which of them died first?

14. What was the effect of this prospect 7. Which of them died next?

on his mind? 8. Why was the younger brother so be. 15. With what does the poem conclude loved of his father?

16. Why was he sorry to leave his dun. 9. Describe the gentle decay and grad. I geon ?

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