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. 14, 1863.] convinced them, that as the mass which slipped (or rather sank) consisted of sandstone and cherty flint resting on more than 100 feet of loose sand (locally termed “foxmould”), which itself rested on a bed of solid lias, the heavy rains which, preceded the catastrophe were the proximate causes of it. The upper strata were saturated, and the water, oozing through and finding vent from the “foxmould” in landsprings, undermined the whole tract. So the superincumbent mass slid onwards over the retentive lias into the gulf. Its pressure forced up the reef, which gradually sank into its old form on the momentum ceasing to act upon it. As to the other landslip at Beer described above, it was found that the spring of 1789 had also been unusually wet. Many other authentic cases of such “landslips" (the generic term even when the land sinks) appear to bear out this theory.

We returned from our investigation convinced that the natural forces in daily operation on the earth will be found, the more they are studied, to account for far more geological changes than are usually placed to their credit. The hypothesis of countless aeons of antiquity is one which (like the earthquake mentioned above), though a very simple and accommodating solvent, should be used, as sparingly as possible in physical inquiries. It has acquired such gigantic though airy proportions, that its very bulk is fatal to it. Like “goodness driven to a plethora,” it often “dies of its own too much.” Reasonable men will always be ready to accept a plain in preference to a marvellous cause, in order to account for much that they see around them. M.

July, when the bees swarmed thick upon the linden tops, And farmers gazed with pride and joy upon their ripening crops, The watchmen οn our tall church towers, looking towards Willislow, Saw the stacked barley in a flame, and the wheat fields in a glow.

For Archduke Leopold had come from Zurich by the lake, With lance, and bow, and banner spread, a dire revenge to take; On Monday morning when the dew lay bright upon the corn, Each man of Sempach blew alarm upon his mountain horn.

The young and old from fair Lucerne gathered to bar the way, The reapers threw their sickles down, and ran to join the fray; We knelt, and prayed to Heaven for strength, crying to God aloud; And lo! a rainbow rising shone against a thunder cloud.

Burghers of Berne, and lads of Schweiz and Unterwalden’s best, Warriors of Uri, strong as bulls, were there among the rest; The oldest of our mountain-priests had come to fight—not pray, Our women only kept at home upon that battle day.

The shepherds, sturdy wrestlers with the grim mountain bear, And chamois hunters, lithe and swift, mingled together there; Rough boatmen from the mountain lakes, and fishermen by scores, The children only had been left to guard the nets and oars.

The herdsmen joined us from their huts on the far mountain-side, Where cow-bells chimed among the pines, and far above in pride The granite peaks rose soaring up in snowy pinnacles, Past glacier’s ever-gaping jaws and vulture’s citadels.

The citizens of Zurich town under their banners stood, Their burly lances bleak and bare as any winter wood, Geneva sent her archers stout, and swordsmen not a few, And over the brave men of Berne their great town banner blew.

How fierce we ran with partisan, and axe, and spear, and sword, With flail, and club, and shrieking horns, upon that Austrian horde; But they stood silent in the sun, mocking the Switzer bear,

Like miners digging iron ore from some great mountain heart, We strove to hew, and rend, and cleave that hill of steel apart;

Hot, sharp, and thick our arrows fell upon their helmet crests, Keen on their vizors’ glaring bars, and sharp upon their breasts; Fierce plied our halberds at the spears, that thicker seemed to grow: The more we struck, more boastfully the banners seemed to blow.

Only the sterner when our bolts flew thick about their ears; Our drifts of arrows blinding fell, and nailed the mail to breast, But e’en the dead men as they dropped were ramparts to the rest.

With furnace heat the red sun shone upon that wall of steel, And crimsoned every Austrian knight from helmet unto heel.

Then back to back, like boars at bay, they mocked our angry cheers.

Till Winkelreid stepped forth and said, knitting his rugged brow, “Out on ye, men of Zurich town, go back and tend your plough; Sluggards of Berne, go hunt and fish, when danger is not nigh. See now how Unterwalden taught her hardy sons to die.”