as my paper would be exhausted before I had done with the journey of two or three days.  On quitting the Grande Chartreuse, where we remained two days, contemplating, with increased pleasure, its wonderful scenery, we passed through Savoy to Geneva; thence, along the Pays do Vaud side of the lake, to Villeneuve, a small town seated at its head.  The lower part of the lake did not afford us a pleasure equal to what might have been expected from its celebrity; this owing partly to its width, and partly to the weather, which was one of those hot gleamy days in which all distant objects are veiled in a species of bright obscurity.  But the higher part of the lake made us ample amends; ’tis true we had some disagreeable weather, but the banks of the water are infinitely more picturesque, and, as it is much narrower, the landscape suffered proportionally less from that pale steam which before almost entirely hid the opposite shore.  From Villeneuve we proceeded up the Rhone to Martigny, where we left our bundles, and struck over the mountains to Chamouny, and visited the glaciers of Savoy.  You have undoubtedly heard of these celebrated scenes, but if you have not read about them, any description which I have room to give you must be altogether inadequate.  After passing two days in the environs of Chamouny, we returned to Martigny, and pursued our mount up the Valais, along the Rhine, to Brig.  At Brig we quitted the Valais, and passed the Alps at the Simplon, in order to visit part of Italy.  The impressions of three hours of our walk among these Alps will never be effaced.  From Duomo d’Ossola, a town of Italy which lay in our route, we proceeded to the lake of Locarno, to visit the Boromean Islands, and thence to Como.  A more charming path was scarcely ever travelled over.  The banks of many of the Italian and Swiss lakes are so steep and rocky as not to admit of roads; that of Como is partly of this character.  A small foot-path is all the communication by land between one village and another, on the side along which we passed, for upwards of thirty miles.  We entered upon this path about noon, and, owing to the steepness of the banks, were soon unmolested by the sun, which illuminated the woods, rocks, and villages of the opposite shore.  The lake is narrow, and the shadows of the mountains were early thrown across it.  It was beautiful to watch them travelling up the side of the hills,—­for several hours to remark one half of a village covered with shade, and the other bright with the strongest sunshine.  It was with regret that we passed every turn of this charming path, where every new picture was purchased by the loss of another which we should never have been tired of gazing upon.  The shores of the lake consist of steeps covered with large, sweeping woods of chestnut, spotted with villages; some clinging from the summits of the advancing rocks, and others hiding themselves within their recesses.  Nor was the surface of the lake less interesting than its shores; half of