There are walks and excursions in the mountains for all, for the invalid as for the cragsman; roads that are marvels of audacity, crossing tremendous gorges, clinging in dizzy places along the precipices at the foot of which is heard the boiling torrent, then sweeping around sudden corners and angles; roads will wind among the hills which rise steep and lofty from the scanty level place that lies between them, whilst the hills seem continually to thrust their great bulk before the wayfarer, as if grimly resolute to forbid his passage, or close abruptly behind him when he still dares to proceed. There are broad avenues overarched with spreading elms and maples, with vistas reminding one of the nave and aisles of a large cathedral. The mountain-paths are so pretty and charming; they wander about so capriciously and fancifully; they run so merrily over the moss in the woods, and beside the murmuring brooks; they climb so cheerfully up the slopes and hill-sides; they lead you through so much of freshness, and perfume, and varied scenery, that the pleasures of sight soon make you oblivious of bodily fatigue. The cemeteries placed among these wooded rocks and pastoral hills recall the wish of Ossian, “Oh, lay me, ye that see the light, near some rock of my hills; let the thick hazels be around, let the rustling oak be near; green be the place of my rest, and let the distant torrent be heard.” Switzerland is rich in aquatic landscapes; no country except Norway and Sweden has such a number of inland lakes. The Lakes of Geneva, Luzern, Zurich, Thun, Neuchâtel, Bienne, and Zug are all historic, and have been the subject of numerous pen-pictures. The Lake of Geneva is the largest of Western Europe, being fifty-seven miles long, and its greatest width nine miles; it has its storms, its waves, and its surge; now placid as a mirror, now furious as the Atlantic; at times a deep-blue sea curling before the gentle waves, then a turbid ocean dark with the mud and sand from its lowest depths; the peasants on its banks still laugh at the idea of there being sufficient cordage in the world to reach to the bottom of the _Genfer-See_. It is eleven hundred and fifty-four feet above the sea, and having the same depth, its bottom coincides with the sea-level; the water is of such exceeding purity that when analyzed only 0.157 in 1000 contain foreign elements. The lake lies nearly in the form of a crescent stretching from the southwest towards the northeast. Mountains rise on every side, groups of the Alps of Savoy, Valais, and Jura. The northern or the Swiss shore is chiefly what is known as a _côte_, or a declivity that admits of cultivation, with spots of verdant pasture scattered at its feet and sometimes on its breast, with a cheery range of garden, chalet, wood, and spire; villas, hamlets, and villages seem to touch each other down by the banks, and to form but one town, whilst higher up, they peep out from among the vineyards or nestle under the shade of