The lamented Youth whose untimely death gave occasion to these elegiac verses was Frederick William Goddard, from Boston in North America.  He was in his twentieth year, and had resided for some time with a clergyman in the neighbourhood of Geneva for the completion of his education.  Accompanied by a fellow-pupil, a native of Scotland, he had just set out on a Swiss tour when it was his misfortune to fall in with a friend of mine who was hastening to join our party.  The travellers, after spending a day together on the road from Berne and at Soleure, took leave of each other at night, the young men having intended to proceed directly to Zurich.  But early in the morning my friend found his new acquaintances, who were informed of the object of his journey, and the friends he was in pursuit of, equipped to accompany him.  We met at Lucerne the succeeding evening, and Mr. G. and his fellow-student became in consequence our travelling companions for a couple of days.  We ascended the Righi together; and, after contemplating the sunrise from that noble mountain, we separated at an hour and on a spot well suited to the parting of those who were to meet no more.  Our party descended through the valley of our Lady of the Snow, and our late companions, to Art.  We had hoped to meet in a few weeks at Geneva; but on the third succeeding day (on the 21st of August) Mr. Goddard perished, being overset in a boat while crossing the lake of Zurich.  His companion saved himself by swimming, and was hospitably received in the mansion of a Swiss gentleman (M.  Keller) situated on the eastern coast of the lake.  The corpse of poor Goddard was cast ashore on the estate of the same gentleman, who generously performed all the rites of hospitality which could be rendered to the dead as well as to the living.  He caused a handsome mural monument to be erected in the church of Kuesnacht, which records the premature fate of the young American, and on the shores too of the lake the traveller may read an inscription pointing out the spot where the body was deposited by the waves.

289. Mount Righi (foot-note).

    —­’the dread summit of the Queen
    Of Mountains.’

Mount Righi—­Regina Montium.

290. The Tower of Caligula. [XXXV.]

Near the town of Boulogne, and overhanging the beach, are the remains of a tower which bears the name of Caligula, who here terminated his western expedition, of which these sea-shells were the boasted spoils.  And at no great distance from these ruins, Buonaparte, standing upon a mound of earth, harangued his ‘Army of England,’ reminding them of the exploits of Caesar, and pointing towards the white cliffs, upon which their standards were to float.  He recommended also a subscription to be raised among the Soldiery to erect on that ground, in memory of the foundation of the ‘Legion of Honour,’ a Column—­which was not completed at the time we were there.

291. Herds of Cattle. [XXXVI.]