4G6 OLD ALPINE JOTTINGS. 



had been covered with grass and flowers. In this con- 

 dition of things Mr. Milman, Mr. Girdlestone, and 

 myself climbed the Sparrenhorn, and found its heavy- 

 laden Kamm almost as hard as that of Monte Rosa. 

 Occupation out of doors was, however, insufficient 

 to fill the mind, so I wound my plaid around my 

 loins and in my cold bedroom studied * Mozley upon 

 Miracles.' 



PART II. 



THE pause in the middle of this article, which was 

 written without reference to its division, has caused me 

 to supplement these memories by looking into the notes 

 of my first Swiss journey. In September 1849 my 

 friend Hirst, so often mentioned in these brief chronicles, 

 had joined me at Marburg, in Hesse Cassel, where I was 

 then a student, and we had joyful anticipations of a 

 journey in Switzerland together. But the death of a 

 near relative compelled him to return to England, and 

 the thought of the Alps was therefore given up. As a 

 substitute, I proposed to myself a short foot-journey 

 through the valley of the Lahn, and a visit to Heidel- 

 berg. On the 19th of September I walked from Mar- 

 burg to Giessen, and thence to Wetzler, the scene of 

 'Werther's Leiden.' From Wetzler, I passed on to 

 Limburg, through Diez, where the beauties of the valley 

 began, to Nassau, reaching it after a sunset and through 

 a scene which might have been condensed intellectually 

 into Goethe's incomparable lines : 



Oeber alien Gipfeln 



l.-.t Rub,' 



In alien Wipfeln 



6 purest du 



Kaum einen Haucli ; 



Pie Vogelein schwciycn im Wnlatv 



Warte nnr, balde 



Ruhest du auch. 



