ADVENTURES.

A NOVEL.

IN THREE VOLUMES.

Adeste sultis, præda erit præsentium,

Logos ridiculos vendo.

VOLUME III.

PLAUTUS.

LONDON:

PRINTED FOR HURST, ROBINSON & CO.

5, WATERLOO-PLACE, PALL-MALL.

1826.

CHAPTER XXXVII.

THE VALAIS.

O'er Gallia's sunny bounds,

O'er the cloud piercing Alps-beyond
The Vale of Arno purpled with the vine,
Beyond the Umbrian and Etruscan hills

To Latium's wide domain, forlorn and waste,
Where yellow Tiber his neglected wave

Mournfully rolls.

Dyer's Ruins of Rome.

THE course of our history must now return to the progress of Colonel and Mrs. Cleveland, and Miss St. Clair; and in conformity to our natural and habitual modesty, we shall insert that young lady's account in preference to our own, of her life, travels, and notable adventures.

LETTER XXXVI.

CAROLINE ST. CLAIR TO MRS. BALCARRIS.

Back to Martigny-for the third, and, as I fervently hope, the last time, did we retrace our weary way. From thence, instead of scaling as before, the mountain path on the right, to the convent of the Great St. Bernard-or on the left, over the Col de Balme or Tête Noire, to the romantic Vale of Chamouni, we pursued the way straight before us up the Valais-so called, par excellence, from being the longest, broadest, and most consequential, -or, as a Frenchman this morning assured me, the most respectable of all the valleys of Switzerlandthe valley of its greatest river, the Rhone.Though only about seventy English.miles from Martigny to Brieg, which is at the head of the Valais and the foot of the Simplon, it takes two days to accomplish this journey; so leisurely do people travel, even in the low vallies and highways, in this quiet country.

It would be easy to make a flourishing description of the beautiful-the romantic-the grandand the sublime-scenery of the Valais;—of the majestic Rhone, rolling down his broad rapid tide,