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Around the Alps of Piedmont rose“ Tire blush of sun-set oil their snows.”

JACQUELINE.

The aspect was theatrical; all had thecharm of perfect novelty. Transportedinto another planet feelings more vividcould not have been excited. \V hat acontrast between the luxuriant verdurewhich carpeted the valley, and the enor-mous masses of ice in the midst, mixingthemselves with the richest productions ofthe earth ! One of these accumulations,the Glacier de Boissons , looked like theruins of a "vast town, with its towers, itspyramids, its obelisks, some fallen, othersfalling, some of the colour of the purestalabaster, others reflecting the rays of thesun of a bright azure. We were at thefoot of the highest mountains of Europe !At their bases are scattered verdant pas-turages filled with cattle, then forests tothe height of six or seven thousand feet,where commence dry barren rocks, formedinto a thousand grotesque shapes, and