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An Alpine Tale.
“ E’en now, while Alpine solitudes ascend, i sit me down a pensive hour to spend."-Goldsmith.
“ Hail! awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast,
And woo the weary to profound repose :
And whisper comfort to the man of woes !"-BEATTIE.
" Simul et jucunda et idonea dicere vitæ.”
IT was towards the conclusion of a protracted residence on the continent, and when the author of these volumes was about to bid adieu to the delightful scenes, amidst which he had spent so many a happy, and, he hopes, not unprofitable hour, that a little memoir of modest pretensions, but almost unique in its original language, was put into his hand. From this the present publication took its rise-more, perhaps, relative to its simple history, it might be tedious, as it would be foreign from our purpose, to detail.
With respect to the story, the writer may, possibly, be permitted further briefly to remark, that, in the conduct of it, he has principally had regard to the maxim—the