"At the feast and in the song, 66 Regner! tell thy fair-hair'd bride "Lo! the mighty sun looks forth- There was arming heard on land and wave, And the phantom forms of the tide-worn cave THE CAVERN OF THE THREE TELLS. A SWISS TRADITION. The three founders of the Helvetic Confederacy are thought to sleep in a cavern near the Lake of Lucerne. The herdsmen call them the Three Tells; and say that they lie there in their antique garb, in quiet slumber; and when Switzerland is in her utmost need, they will awaken and regain the liberties of the land. See Quarterly Review, No. 44. The Grütli, where the confederates held their nightly meetings, is a meadow on the shore of the Lake of Lucerne, or Lake of the Forest-cantons, here called the Forest-sea. OH! enter not yon shadowy cave, Though the whispering pines that o'er it wave For there the Patriot Three, In the garb of old array'd, By their native Forest-sea, On a rocky couch are laid. The Patriot Three that met of yore And leagued their hearts on the Grütli shore In the name of liberty! Now silently they sleep Amidst the hills they freed; But their rest is only deep Till their country's hour of need. They start not at the hunter's call, Nor the Lammer-geyer's cry, Nor the rush of a sudden torrent's fall, And the Alpine herdsman's lay, To a Switzer's heart so dear! But when the battle-horn is blown When the spear-heads light the lakes, When Uri's beechen woods wave red From the flashing billow sprung!' They shall wake beside their Forest-sea, 1 The point of rock on which Tell leaped from the boat of Gess ler is marked by a chapel, and called the Tellensprung. When they link'd the hands that made us free, And their voices shall be heard, And the land shall see such deeds again For the Kühreihen's notes must never sound And the yellow harvests wave For no stranger's hand to reap, The men of Grütli sleep! 1 Crowned Helmets, as a distinction of rank, are mentioned in Simond's Switzerland. 2 The Kühreihen · the celebrated Ranz des Vaches. SWISS SONG, ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF AN ANCIENT BATTLE. The Swiss, even to our days, have continued to celebrate the anniversaries of their ancient battles with much solemnity; assembling in the open air on the fields where their ancestors fought, to hear thanksgivings offered up by the priests, and the names of all who shared in the glory of the day enumerated. They afterwards walk in procession to chapels, always erected in the vicinity of such scenes, where masses are sung for the souls of the departed. See PLANTA's History of the Helvetic Con federacy. Look on the white Alps round! If yet they gird a land Where Freedom's voice and step are found, The faithful band, our sires, who fell If yet, the wilds among, Our silent hearts may burn, When the deep mountain-horn hath rung, And home our steps may turn,— › Home!-home!-if still that name be dear, Praise to the men who perish'd here! Look on the white Alps round! Up to their shining snows That day the stormy rolling sound, The sound of battle, rose ! Their caves prolong'd the trumpet's blast, |