Rosa. The great Italian mountain, in the estimate of most persons, is 
Mont Blanc of course. But Byron never saw Monte and 
though it is only a few feet lower than its great rival of Chamouni it 
never had any hymns sung in its praise till a few years ago. . Indeed it 
that intrepid — of the Alps, was at Zermatt, he was unable to per- 
suade the guide to ascend the last two peaks of this mountain and was 
way was found by them, but this is not quite correct; for many 
red feet below the summit, a way up which they had not the 
courage to attempt; and after hating myself passed up that tremendous 
pathway of ice, 1 am tl ies ng that, were the way untrodden, 
it practicable, he would turn and content at a surveyed the steps 
which lead to the inaccessible summit. This at least was the fate of 
cme have been removed, a 5 numba of =e tom have followed them, 
each succeeding year, to the same grand 
Murray, in comparing this with Mont Biree, says there is no difficulty 
in the latter, and, comparing it with the ascent of Rigi—a mountain as 
difficult as Mount t Washington—calls the latter a pleasant promenade. 
Tt may be so in the comparison, (and I think it is,) but in fact I can say, 
after walking up it, that to go up Rigi, even, is quite a trying thing in a 
hot aga But, difficult as Monte Rosa is, all who have made the ascent 
havi that the world has no other point of view to equal it. I 
will | not now describe the scene which there opens to the eye, but merely 
say—what more than one Maghisken an has said to me after having as- 
cended both Mont Blane and Morte Rosa—* there i is nothing to be seen 
from Mont Blanc, and it is foolish to make the ascent when Rosa is prac- 
q ticable.” 
this digression : wonpere 40: shiratdiia.si St Gael 
re at cceraed aie 28 But at three the skies were doubtful, and 
we did not get off till a quarter of five. An Englishman who had himself 
made the ascent walked with us to the Gérner glacier to enjoy the sun- 
rise over Monte Rosa and the Lys Kamm,—which was indeed indescrib- 
ably beautiful. The soft tint of morning "fell upon the spotless snow -and 
_ day there till it —— into the splendor of day. Behind us, at the end 
of of the valley w which ns the Gérner glacier, and closing the view in 
rose the goa te stony pyramid of Monte Cervino, so steep 
that no snow ot oi to its sides. Its inaccessible summit, four thousand 
feet above the snow from which it seems to rise, and nearly fifteen thou- 
Rts. 
