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ladies certainly owe much of their attraction to the extreme art, finesse, and variety of taste, regardless of expense, with which they decorate and improve their persons. From the arrangement of a "lovelock" on their forehead down to la jolie chaussure of a mignon pied all is adapted with infinite, and ever varying, grace. Without, however, entering into technical descriptions, to which I am naturally unequal, the best anecdote I can give in proof is found in a popular work of the present day.
"I have occasionally assisted at the toilette of some of my French friends, and been much amused by the questions of their femmes de chambre, or their coiffeuses, as to the important arrangements of the day. "Quelle coiffure, Madame, a-t-elle choisie? Veut elle etre coiffée à la Ninon, ou à la Greque? Madame est charmante à la Sevigné, et superbe à l'Agrippina." The humour of the fair person occasionally decides her character and dress for the day; and sends her forth a fierce republican with a Roman head, or a Royalist outrée, friée naturellement à la Pompadour. "I am very ill to-day," said the excellent and amiable Empress Josephine, who, however, par parenthèse, was an Empress, and a French woman, "Give me a cap qui sent la petite santé." A cap of 'delicate health' was presented to her. "Mais c'est trop malade, vous croyez donc que je vais mourir." A head
dress of more healthy appearance was produced by the attendant. "Encore donc," exclaimed the Empress, with a languid yawn, 66 vous me trouvez
SCENERY OF LAUSANNE-DOLE-HORRORS OF WAR-GENEVA -HISTORY, AND ITS SUMPTUARY LAWS-OLD LAUSANNELAKE OF GENEVA-CLARENS-VEVAY-CHILLON AND BONNIVARD-MONT BLANC-VALLEY OF CHAMOUNI-SUBLIMITIES OF NATURE-HUNTING THE CHAMOIS GOAT.
LAUSANNE.-Seated at this moment on the observatory, and rapt with the prospect around me, how feeble must be any attempt of my pen to paint the inconceivable luxuriance and grandeur of Swiss scenery!
On an eminence commanding the entire Pays de Vaud, before me is the city of Lausanne, deep receding from the sloping hills; the cathedral of which and rising spire, though high above the town, are still far beneath my feet. On either hand stretch out in immeasurable distance, meadows and fields, villas and vineyards, hamlets and cottages, grove and dell, more verdant, more distinct, as nearer seen more soft, more blended, and endless; as lost and bounded by the blackening, frowning chain of mountains, the Dôle, the Reculet, and the Jura, ranging in the clouds. In front, the peaceful lake of Geneva, in graceful curves upon the green and shady shore, expands its broad and silvery bosom, without a wave to ruffle its polished surface. Of a breadth varying from three to nine
Scenery of Lausanne.
miles, and of the length of thirty, how crystal-clear and polished-smooth its glassy surface! How deep the purple! How bright the emerald-green! And again, how silvery radiant where the sunbeams play upon its face! From its opposite shores arise in endless succession the mighty Alps, the famed Glaciers of Switzerland, with Mont Blanc, the Giant Mountain of the old world, towering to 15,000 feet! At their base, fertility, verdure, and cultivation, are seen in every form; luxuriant vines and pendant groves; all the prodigality of creation; and the embellishments of art. Rising upwards to their centre, Nature seems still struggling to retain her livery of green; but higher up, the forms become more and more abrupt, the shadows more marked, and in the remote Alps, cleft and chasm, rock and crag, plain and precipice, appear in ten thousand varied forms; yet blended by distance, and softened with every hue as the sun illumes, or shadows intercept. Upwards to their topmost heights, no bounds are visible. With Heaven itself they war! Amid the highest clouds they thrust their rugged peaks, seeming fitted for the mighty footstep of God from heaven to earth; from earth to heaven!
Sometimes the silvery, sometimes the darkening, clouds, roll on far below them, (yet thus showing their summits in the highest skies,) and sometimes they totally o'ershadow them; yet now that I am gazing, and the sun shines bright, some lift their
Route to Geneva.
black and rugged tops abrupt amid the azure spheres; some slope with gentler plane towards the earth; some mingling with the fleecy clouds, I know not where to point they end; and all, in strange, uncouth, fantastic, shapes, contrast their verdant, and their blackest hues with vast streaks, and sheets, of silvery snows, the accumulated ice of ages, for ever placed amid the skies!
In the preceding page I find that I have been vainly essaying to pourtray the indescribable grandeur, and extent, of scenery round Lausanne.
To revert to Paris, I have only to make a memorandum, that having left my friend there, I entered the Cabriolet of the Diligence at four o'clock on Friday afternoon :-we travelled incessantly till our arrival at Dijon, the capital of Burgundy, on Sunday night. Here we were allowed to go to bed till three the next morning; and proceeded on our journey from that hour till four o'clock the next day which found us at Geneva. It is pretty apparent that sound health is indispensable to bear this fatigue; add to which the incessant rumbling of the carriage, and consequent jar to the head, from the preference the French coachmen always give to the pavement in the centre instead of to the road on the sides; also the changing of the carriage at Dôle for a much smaller, and less convenient, one; and the pleasure of dining at about half-past ten in the morning, and then waiting till