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EDITORIAL MISCELLANY.


  Editorial Notes of European Travel
-I)ouwn tkc Rhone to Lake Gent,'l.-VILLE-
NEUVE, May 31st, 1862.-The gendarme at Fort
du Triente, on the top of the mountain, had,
at the same time, lied and told me the truth,
for, at an ordinary and easy pace, it would
have been three hours down to the town of
MarLiguy; though stimulated, as I was, by a
strong desire to take the train, the occasional
puffing of whose locomotive I could distinctly
hear, the descent was accomplisned in an hour
and a half. But such rolling and tumbling
over the small boulders, which filled the steep
mule-path the greater part of the way, were
probably never before witnessed by the simple
and astonished Swiss cottagers whose huts dot
the slopes of the mountain.
  I said slope, but this does not give the true
ides: it it a slope and yet it is shut in on ei-
ther side by cloud-piercing peaks. In a word,
it is a narroW, trough-like valley, some twenty
to thirty rods wide, pitching precipitously to-
1.;ard the deep, broad valley of the Rhone, be-
low. The surface, however, has none of the
roughness and ruggedness of the gorge, but is
uniform and smooth, as though the Almighty,
with a sharp mammoth gouge, had but recently
scooped out a portion of the mountain from top
to bottom and then promptly c vered the in-
clining hollow with crops of grass and grain.
   At one o'clock, leg-weary and hungry, I en-
tered the hot and dusty streets of Martigny,
bathed, dined, and, through the beautifully



shaded avenue which connects the old and the
new town, made my way to the B. R. depot,
reaching it just in time to get my ticket and
take the train.
  A sharp shrill scream of the locomotive and
we are out of sight of Martigny, and the long
train, like a swift fiery serpent, is winding its
way through the narrow and beautiful valley
of the upper Rhone-now so close to the moun-
tain, on the side where I sit, that nothing is
visible but his rocky ribs-now farther away,
so that I may glance upward to his towering
peaks, and at the same moment enjoy the charm-
ing landscape and the beautiful water of the
incomparable river.  But I think less of all
these than I otherwise would, because at Mar-
tigny I was not far from Mt. Cenis, the Pass
of the Splugen, where Napoleon crossed with
his army, and the border of sunny Italy, all
of which are now behind me, and may never
greet my wonder-loving eye.  But rally, 0
weary, dreaming traveler! there are yet other
years for thee in the future, and not only Italy,
but Greece, and Egypt, and Holy Land, and
grand old Russia, and many other countries
shall yet be thine to enjoy !
  Stop! another scream of the whistle-an-
other village in sight-'tis Vil!eneuve ! Sixty
miles in so short a time ? Verily these Swiss
engines are not so slow, after all. I had thought
to stop at Montreux, a league further on, but
the sight of this pleasant little village and of
beautiful Lake Leman (Geneva) so charms me
that I cannot go on. Am out of the car in a
jiffy make for the gate, and show my ticket.
- lotre billet c'eat a Montreux-, Monsicur!'"  I
know my ticket is to Montreux, but I shall stop
here. I deliver it up, enquire for the Hotel de
Byron, and slowly wend my way thither. It
is quite a little walk to the foot of the moun-
tain, where it lies nestled amid shrubbery and
flowers in the suburbs of the village, and I
may sit down on this bridge and view the scen-
ery, which for grandeur and beauty combined
excels anything I have yet seen in'Hurope.
  I enter the charming and ample grounds
which surround the hotel that hears Ae
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