far gone as his young master, but in a very short time he would have been equally inanimate. The guide hallooed to a hunter he saw standing on a precipice, who quickly joined him. There were a great number of little blue flowers on this part of the mountain, and Edward and his Highland servant having plucked a good many, they sat down to rest. As they talked they began to pick them to pieces, when they felt, they said, rather drowsy, and they recollected no more. The guide, when he saw them, knew what had reduced them to that state of insensibility, and immediately had taken the remainder of the flowers from them, and had dragged Edward from the spot when the hunter joined him, and assisted him in rousing Colin.

They met the Doctor at some distance from the cave, his fears having become too great to allow him to rest. This beautiful little flower is more poisonous than the deadly night shade of England," said the Doctor; "but," continued he, turning to the guide," you should have warned us of its effects.'

The distance from Thun to Berne is just fifteen miles, and the road is one of the finest in Europe. It is bordered on each side by fruit trees, except where it is interrupted by dark forests of fir, that occasionally vary the scene. The Aaxer winds beautifully through the surrounding meadows, which are interspersed with luxuriant cornfields and vineyards. Berne is strongly fortified; it is sur rounded by a moat and ramparts, which seem impregnable. The buildings are composed of free-stone, and wood only being burnt in this town, they preserve their whiteness for a number of years. The houses are ornamented with balconies even to the third and fourth stories, which are in the flower season always filled with flowers. The effect this custom produces, is both pleasing and novel. In every street are three or four marble fountains, which eject the purest water. The streets are kept clean by those who have been guilty of some misdemeanour; these persons are well fed and clothed, and are sent every morning in companies, under the care of a keeper, to sweep and water them.

DR. WALKER having received an invitation to spend the evening at a gentleman's house, to whom he had letters of introduction; he was on the point of refusing, as he did not chuse to leave Edward alone. His scruples were, however, laid aside, when the gentleman said, his son, who was about the same age as the English youth, would be happy to entertain him on the same evening; it being the custom for each person of a certain class and age, to mix only with their equals in Berne.

This singular custom was not approved either by the Doctor or his pupil, who would have been much better pleased to have been introduced to the whole family.

Of the peculiar customs of this canton, the following are the most conspicuous. First, every clergyman is obliged to reside among his own parishioners, to visit the sick, to preach extempore, to examine the children as to their religious improvement; to compel the poor to bring their children to be baptized, when eight days old, and to admit such to communion whom he judges proper. No boy or girl is allowed to quit his parish to get a living without permission from the minister; nor are the children of good families taken into public until they have received the Sacrament. The Clergy may pray to the sick, but they must not admi. nister the Lord's Supper out of the church; nor can they baptize children at home, or marry with a licence. His presence is not however required at funerals; these are conducted by the peasants, who generally invite upon these occasions as many persons as they can accommodate to eat, drink, and sing, which they do sometimes for three days successively after the body is interred; till which time they conduct themselves with great decency, and the sexton reads a short prayer over the grave. The benediction of the Clergy is required for those destined to pass their lives together, but no ring is necessary, although persons of supe rior rank do upon such occasions exchange rings when the marriage contract is drawn. These may be worn on any

finger. Persons who attend weddings or christenings, and those who go to the communion, are always drest in black; and all the children without any exception, are confined to swaddling cloaths till they are six weeks old; they have then the liberty of moving their fingers. The inhabitants of this canton are remarkable for sobriety. Milk and vegetables form the principal food of the peasantry, and they are generally very long lived.

The roads in the canton of Friburg are excellent, and are planted with trees on either side: the English traveller as he winds through these shady lanes, is strongly reminded of some of his own "hedge row elms," and the approach to the capital is particularly pleasing and grand. Friburg is situated in a fertile plain of vines, and olives, and almonds, on the borders of the lake of Morat. It is surrounded by a thick wall, in which, at stated distances, are placed watchtowers. The Friburgers are very musical, and are very ingenious in making instruments for themselves, upon which they perform with a great deal of taste. Dr. Walker did not omit visiting the celebrated hermitage which is in this neighbourhood; it was scooped out of a rock by one single man, who was driven to this solitude by the infidelity of a wife whom he almost adored, and the treachery of the friend of his earliest youth. The unfortunate man died in this place of solitude, leaving behind him a paper containing the. particulars of his sad story.

The celebrated Haller was a native of this place, and his bust is preserved with religious veneration in the little museum which adorns the capital.

This town suffered dreadfully during the late war; many of the inhabitants who were formerly wealthy members of the community, are now living in a state of comparative poverty.

At Indlebank, four miles from Berne, there are many, very superb tombs, among others is that of Madame Lagnans..

This tomb is equally interesting for beauty of design, and elegant workmanship. The wife of M. Lagnans, Minister of Berne, was the admiration of all who knew her; she unfortunately died in child-bed, in the 28th year of her. age, and her infant only out-lived her a few minutes. Mr. Naal, a celebrated German sculptor, was engaged to erect a monument to the memory of this mother and her child; and most ably has he executed the task.

Madame Lagnans is represented at the moment of resurrection. After having sunk a kind of grave, sufficient to contain a statue, he placed therein a large stone, that seemed unequally split or broken, and so contrived, that the young wife appeared rising from her coffin, just awoke from the sleep of death, holding her child with one hand, and pushing away a stone with the other, that apparently impeded her resurrection. The dignity of her figure, her candour, innocence, and that pure celestial joy which shines in her countenance, give it a most feeling and sublime expression.

There is nothing wanting to this monument, but to have had it cut in marble. The epitaph is worthy of the tomb; it is engraved upon the stone, and, notwithstanding the large cleft, may be easily, read: it is written in the Germanlanguage, and Madame Lagnans is supposed to speak.

The following is a translation of it :

"I hear the trumpet, awake; it penetrates to the depth of the tombs! Awake, child of anguish! The Saviour of the world calls us; the empire of death is ended, and an immortal palm will crown innocence and virtue. Behold me, Lord,. with the infant thou gavest me."

The Friburgers are very strict Roman Catholics. When the reformation began, many individuals of this canton seemed inclined to embrace the Protestant religion, but the Bernese wrote them a spirited letter, entreating they would not forsake the religion of their ancestors. The Friburgerspaid so much attention to their representations, that they remained firm in the Catholic Faith. Some years afterwards when the Bernese changed their religious principles, they again sent messengers to Friburg,, entreating the inhabitants to follow their example; the only answer they received was› their former epistle.

From Friburg our travellers bent their steps southward, and halted in the plains, called Gruyere, where the cheese is made which is so much esteemed all over Europe. The little capital of Gruyere, is situated at the foot of a beautiful eminence, on the top of which is the castle overlooking the whole valley. Not far from this castle is a very celebrated convent of Chartreux, gloomily situated, and of an uncouth heavy architecture: but the convent of Hauterive exceeds. it for solitariness of situation. Hauterive is surrounded by a forest impervious to the noon-tide ray!' through which runs a turbid stream; the dark waters of this second Lethe, pass.

under the draw-bridge, that guards the entrance to the inte rior of the convent, from all intruders. The gloomy cypress overhangs the walls, and solitude and silence seem here to have taken up their abode, to add their imposing influence to the wild and desolate picture.

"What an immense size are those cypress trees," said Edward, as they passed over the draw-bridge.

"Yes," replied his friend, "but we will talk of them by and bye." After visiting this monastic institution, Edward expressed a wish to go to the Chartreux. A wish which the Doctor immediately gratified, and they set off for that purpose. Upon entering the refectory whither they were first ushered, Edward was struck with its simplicity; but more so when he entered the church, on perceiving the only ornament it contained was a huge black crucifix. He, however, made no observation upon the subject, and when they returned to the refectory, he partook cheerfully of the frugal fare which was placed before him; a couple of apples, a slice of bread, and some water. The whole of this meal was passed in silence by the brothers, who never raised their eyes to look at the strangers, or even at each other. At night they were shewn to a small apartment, and at two o'clock in the morning they were roused by the monks, who were going to their devotions in the chapel, or as it is called to mattins. The monk appointed to attend them, answered all questions that were put to him, with ease and cheerfulness; and being an intelligent man, who had retired to this solitude, from disgust to the world, the information he gave them was interesting to a great degree. The next morning intelligence was given to the fraternity that a sister of one of the community was dead, and that their prayers were requir ed for the peace of her soul. No mark of curiosity, no emotion was exhibited by any one of the members as to whose sister, but mass was said, and a requiem for her soul's peace was chaunted.

"Will they not know to whom she belonged?" said Edward to the monk who led them to the church-yard. "No," was the reply; "when once a brother is admitted within these walls the world has no longer a tie for them. Those two tombs which are placed side by side belonged to a father and son; but though both inmates of this convent, they were ignorant of each other's fate till the young man died, and was buried, The stone being placed over his grave, his fa