one of the Friars, put him down for the false Disciple that carried the bag.

The Cathedral of Milan is an immense pile of gothic architecture executed, at an incredible expense, in white marble. It was begun about four hundred years ago: but the front of it is still unfinished; though the building has been richly endowed with posthumous donations, and large sums were annually expended on it, until the Revolution, by the devout House of Austria.

The sides of this superb edifice, are ornamented with an amazing number of statues-how many I shall not say, as I did not count them, and wonders of that sort are too apt to be exaggerated to be taken on report-Suffice it that the Steeple storied

has been completely finished in the richest open work.-Figured buttresses, and storied pinnacles, support, or seem to support, a spiral stair-case, which terminates in a cone. It is surmounted by a colossal statue of the Virgin Mary, at the foot of which there is a boundless prospect of the plains of Lombardy, from the Alps to the Appenines.

The interior of this majestic edifice is strikingly impressive of religious veneration. Its dark and lofty arcades are drawn into undistinguishable length by five dun aisles. These open at last into the secluded Choir, embowed with ribbed arches, and clustered columns, between which painted windows of prodigious size are scarcely penetrated by rays of coloured light,

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light, sufficiently to render visible scarlet canopies, and painted banners suspended in the dusky air.

Beneath the High Altar, is an open stair-way, descending to a subterraneous chapel, in which is deposited, in a chrystal shrine, the body of San Carlo; and the history of the Saint was once narrated, upon the walls, in bas-reliefs of solid silver.

Returning to the twilight of the nave, the lamps that twinkle over the sepulchre serve but to make darkness visible; and the long arcades-dripping with the dampness of a vault, reverberate-at intervals the solitary footstep-or the slamming door.

I leave

I leave you to conceive the effect of a Te Deum-chaunted, at the command

of the Conqueror, within the chilling recesses of such a Catacomb-when the bloody battle of Marengo had consigned twenty thousand of his Fellow Creatures to an untimely grave.

LETTER V.

A bird's-eye view of Switzerland.

AVING traversed on foot the great

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est part of Switzerland, the prominent features of that romantic country have left an impression on my imagination that can never be obliterated-however faintly I may be able to trace the majestic outlines, in a bird's-eye view, that I cannot forbear attempting to portray.

Ascending then to the necessary elevation-in the pendant cradle of an air balloon (since the discoveries of Montgolfier have enabled the Moderns to realize the fabled flights of Antiquity) the

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