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For the Home Journal. , lived Voltaire, Gibbon, Rousseau, Byron, THE CASTLE OF CHILLON. infidels !! What infatuation could have BY REV. DANIEL GARVER.

possessed the souls of these gifted men, to UUHO visits Geneva, the city of John render them dumb when the lakes, the

VV Calvin, and neglects to sail over mountains, the fields, shouted : “ Glory to its enchanting lake, deprives himself of God in the highest !" Byron appears to one of the richest treats in European tra

have heard the voice of a heavenly mesvel. The day most remarkable in the six senger from the waves calling him, but he weeks I have been on the continent, has heeded it not:been the 21st of July, which I spent on “Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, the bosom of Lake Geneva, the Lacus

With the wide world I dwell in, is a thing

Which warns me with its stillness to forsake Lemanus of the Romans. This lake has

Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. nearly the shape of a half-moon, its horns This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing being turned towards the south. It is the To waft me from destruction ; once I loved largest lake in Switzerland, being fifty-five

Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring

Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, miles long, measured close to its northern

That I with stern delights should e'er have been shore, and about forty miles along the

so moved." southern; it is six miles wide at the broad- |

But I must not dwell upon the Lake, or est part, and its greatest depth is nine

I shall never get to the Castle, of which I hundred feet. This lake is perfectly clear,

set out to tell you. Leaving Geneva in although it is fed by the muddy waters of

the “Bateau a vapeur,Aigle, at five the Rhone that come rushing down from

| o'clock in the morning, we reached Villethe summits of the Alps. “Mon lac est le

neuve, at the other extremity of the lake, premier,(my lake is the first,) are the

at eleven, having halted at the principal words in which Voltaire, who lived in

towns and villages along the northern Ferney, near its shore, has vaunted the

shore. As we neared the end of the lake, beauties of the Lake of Geneva. Although

a very large, peculiar white building rose it may be surpassed by the sunny softness

up before us. It was the Castle of Chillon, of the Italian lakes, yet it has high claims

rendered famous in its old age by the to admiration. The vine-covered slopes of

poems of Byron. As I had some three Vaud contrast well with the abrupt, rocky

hours before the boat would return to Geprecipices of Savoy. Near Geneva the

| neva, I immediately directed my steps hills subside, admitting an exquisite view

thither. It is about half an hour's walk of Mont Blanc, whose snowy summit,

from Villeneuve. The castle stands on an though sixty miles distant, is often reflected

isolated rock nearly surrounded by deep in its waters.

water, but within a stone's throw of the “Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face,

shore and of the road, with which it comThe mirror where the stars and mountains view The stillness of their aspect in each trace

municates by a wooden bridge. “ It was Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue." built in 1238, by Amedeus IV., of Savoy,

At its eastern extremity, it extends to and was long used as a state prison, where the very base of the high Alps, which, by / among other victims, many of the early their nearness, give its scenery a character Reformers were immured. When Byron, of indescribable magnificence. A new in the Prisoner of Chillon, described the world seemed to open before my won- sufferings of an imaginary captive, he was dering eyes. Am I still on earth? Is all not acquainted with the history of the real this real, or am I dreaming? Surely, I prisoner, Bonivard, prior of St. Victor, am now enjoying that I have long desired! who, having rendered himself ohnoxious Strange to tell, along this glorious little to the Duke of Savoy by his exertions to sea, this jewel in the ring of the world, free the Genevese from the Savoyard yoke, was seized by the Duke's emissaries, and demned passed the last night before his secretly carried off to this castle. For six execution. There is the rough bed, quarlong years he was buried in its deepest ried out of the solid rock, on which he was dungeon, on a level with the surface of the compelled to lie! Next we come into the lake.”

dungeon of Bonivard, which is “airy and On my way to the castle I fell in with a spacious, consisting of two aisles, almost number of others who were also going like the crypt of a church ; its floor and thither. On our arrival, we were con one side are formed out of the living rock, ducted through the massive gateway into and it is lighted by several windows, this strange building, which, if walls had through which the sun's light passes by tongues, might tell some wondrous tales. reflection from the surface of the lake up Our course was first into the monstrous | to the roof, transmitting partly, also, the kitchen and dining-room of the Duke. color of the waters. Formerly it was subThence into the hall of justice (injustice); divided into two small cells by partition and then into what was once the magniti-walls between the pillars," of which there cent drawing-room, and through a number are seven in number. On the third of of the private chambers. But now we these pillars Byron inscribed his name. come to a sight! Here is an oubliette, an His example has been followed by Dickens opening in the floor, under which was a and a multitude of others. Attached to pit eighty feet deep. At the top are three the fifth pillar is still remaining the ring steps, but no more. Hither prisoners to which Bunivard is said to bave been were brought, and, in the dark, required fastened, and the stone floor at its base is to walk down those three steps, and, as worn by his constant pacing to and fro. may be imagined, those prisoners gave no His chain allowed him to walk back and further trouble. As more than three hun forth about four feet, within one foot of the dred years have passed since the castle pillar. To sleep he must sit upon the floor was wrested from the Duke of Savoy, this and lean his head against the solid pillar, “ cachot” has been partially filled up in and thus for six years. Byron afterwards the progress of centuries. We were next wrote the sonnet on Bonivard, in which he taken to see the chapel, yes, that devilish says:-prince even had a chapel, in which he "Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place,

Aud thy sad floor an altar ; for 'twas trod pretended to worship the “ Prince of

Until his very steps have left a trace Peace!” Before we leave we must go

Worn, as if the cold pavemeut were a sod, down into the lower regions, into the dun By Bonivard! May none those marks eftace ! geon of Bonivard. We first pass through For they appeal from tyranny to God." a room for the servants, and thence into But the dark night did not continue the place of execution, where is the beam, always. The morning at length dawned, black with age, extended across one of the and with it came joy and rejoicing. “In dark vaults, to which the condemned were 1536, the Swiss wrested the Pays de Vaud formerly hung. On the opposite side are from the hand of Charles V., of Savoy. traces of an opening through the wall Chillon was the last place which held out where the bodies were pitched out into the for him ; but an army of seren thousand lake, which is said to be eight hundred Bernese besieged it by land, while the galfeet deep along side the castle. Imme- leys of the Genevese assaulted it by water, diately above the place of execution is the soon compelled it to surrender, and Boni“ Hall of Justice.” (?) These places were | vard, with other captives, was set free,” very intimately related, and there was a and lived many years thereafter. Great passage from one to the other. We now and astounding were the changes which pass on through another doorway, and had occurred during the time of his imcome into the dark place where the con- prisonment. He almost realized the legend

of the seven sleepers. He had left Geneva

IS IT TRUE? a Roman Catholic state, and dependent on

Is it true that there are in the world the Duke of Savoy; he found her free, and

| 670 000,000 of our fellow creatures who a republic, openly professing the Reformed

| are still bowing down to stocks and stones, faith.

ignorant of the living and true God; and The castle has, of late, been converted all this in a time emphatically called “The into a magazine for military stores. “It age of missions ?is by this castle that Rousseau has fixed Is it true that in our own land the Sabthe catastrophe of his Heloïse, in the res

bath is openly, legally desecrated by liquor cue of one of her children by Julie from

and other traffic, open railway and excur the water ; the shock of which, and thesion parties, with many other habitual illness produced by the immersion, is the customs? cause of her death.” The infamous Duke Is it true that there are every year at of Savoy has long since gone “ to his own

| least 8,000,000 of quarters of grain used in his castle still stands a witness making spirituous liquors, the bane and of his cruelty.

curse of the people ? Basel, Switzerland, August 15th, 1857.

Is it true that the issues of the infidel

and immoral press are far above the reliTHE BATTLE FIELD.—We met recently

gious ; and that while the land is flooded in an ancient author a few sentences which

with worthless and immoral publications, called up to us, with horrid power, the

sound religious papers are comparatively appearance of the battle field.

rarely met with? “Finally the enemy were routed on

And finally, is it true that by far the every side. Then was a horrid spectacle / greater portion of professing Christians on the wide spread fields; pursuit, flight; never effectually aid in the work of evanslaughter, capture ; horses, men stricken gelization, save by an occasional subscripdown; and many wounded, neither able tion or temporary effort ? to fly nor to lie quietly; now struggling to

Reader, what are you doing for Christ? rise, and in an instant falling; finally,

You have now entered upon another year. everything, as far as sight would reach,

Is it not well to call yourself to account for strown with weapons, armor, bodies of the the manner in which you have spent the slain ; and between them the ground dyed

last? Have you lived for yourself or your with blood.

Saviour? Have you got nearer to heaven This battle took place more than a hun

or nearer to hell than you were at the dred years before Christ. “The times of

beginning of the year? Answer to God thiş ignorance God winked at. but now and your own conscience, in view of the commandeth men everywhere to repent." judgment seat of Christ.

Things TIAT I LIKE "POWERFULLY.”— When we would take aim, or see most I like to hear candidates for office agree in exquisitely, we shut one eye: thus must politics with every man they converse with we do with the eyes of our soul. When we it looks so much like principle. would look most accurately with the eye! I like to see a parcel of young men stand of faith, we must shut the eye of reason ; before a church door, at the close of serelse the visual beams of these two appre- vice, and stare every female full in the face hensions, will be crossing each other, and as she passes out-it looks so much like hinder our clear discerning; yea, rather good breeding. let me pull out this right eye of reason, than it shall offend me in the interruptions | Forget not in all your plans and operaof my happy visions of God.

| tions that there are two worlds.

REMINISCENCES OF A PASTOR. | teacher in the Sabbath-school, and a memBY REV. M. J. STOVER.

ber of the Lutheran Church. He was a TT was in the village of W- State of

decided opposer of the gospel. And from 1 New York, in the fall of 1844. that the his intelligence, Christians generally avoidMiller excitement, (as it was called) was ed contact with him. He had for someat its height. The time being set for the

time been denouncing Christian ministers, coming of Christ, and the destruction of for not exposing the Millerites. When he the world; the subjects of that delusion heard that the Lutheran minister was became very zealous in propagating their going to preach on that subject, he repeculiar views. In their zeal they came solved to go and hear him. to the village of W— and in the absence | In the following winter, in the month of of the Pastor, they applied to the Church January the Pastor received a message that Council for the use of the Lutheran Church, Mr. L- was sick, and a wish expressed to hold forth their views.

that he would come and see him. It was As the Pastor was expected to be at the request of a friend, not of Mr. Lhome in the evening, and to occupy the | The minister called to see him, in fear and pulpit himself, (it being his regular weekly trembling, not knowing what reception he evening lecture,) they gained their consent might meet. The usual salutations being conditionally, provided their Pastor had passed, the Pastor inquired particularly no objections. The Pastor, of course, about his health, and his hopes of recovery. could consent to no such thing. The con- Mr. L- said frankly that he did not exsequence was, that the Church and Pas- pect to get well. What then, said the Pastor, tor, received a liberal share of denuncia are your feelings in view of your situation ? tion and abuse. The following week was How does death appear to you? What are the appointed time for the descent of Christ. your hopes of the future? What are your On the Sabbath previous to the time ap- / views on these subjects? Mr. L- was pointed, the Pastor announced from the silent. He was deeply moved. But whether pulpit, that in the evening he would preach it was anger, or other emotions, the Pastor on the subject of Christ's second advent, | could not divine. But lifting up his heart and show the dangerous tendencies of those to God in silent prayer, that he would diviews.

rect and bless the interview, he silently In the evening a large crowd assembled. | awaited an answer. The silence was broInfidels were there. The friends and ene- ken by Mr. L- in the declaration ; "I unies of the gospel were there. The believer, believe that Christ and his cross is the only full of faith and hope, fathers and mothers hope of a lost world.He wept, the Pastor in Israel were there. Fervent prayers wept with him. Becoming more calm, he ascended to the Master of Assemblies, that said, “the evening that you preached in IIe also would be there.

the Lutheran Church, and exposed the After the preliminary services, the Pas- | views of the Millerites, I was there, a tor announced his text. “And I, if I be boasting infidel, but opposed to the Millerlifted up, will draw all men unto me." | ites. In hope of gathering arguments to

The theme from the text was, Christ and refute them, I went to the Church. I was his cross the only hope of a lost world. glad that you had taken your position, and From the scriptures, and from history, he announced your subject. I respected you showed, that the views of these modern for it. I wished, and I confidently expectdisciples of Miller were antagonistic to ed that you would fully meet the expectathe doctrines of the cross, and always in- tions of the audience. It was in my jurious.

judgment a successful effort, and appreIn that audience was an intelligent infi. ciated by the commuuity. But one thing del, Mr. L- whose daughter was a made an impression on my mind, it was the announcement of your theme, Christ 's own request. In another visit and his cross the only hope of a lost world. I made by the Pastor he found him in deep 0, sir! I cannot describe my feelings, when distress, on the borders of despair. “I you made that declaration. It seemed to fear,” said he, “that I have sinned against pierce my inmost soul, I cannot forget | the Holy Ghost. I never was an infidel it, and since my sickness it is continually from conviction, but from inclination. I in my mind. And now, sir, as I look for- hated God and Christ. My conscience ward to the spirit world, the cross of Christ and the example of a pious mother, conas the sinner's only hope, looms up in the tinually reproved me. Yet I persisted. distance. But is their hope for one so vile, O, said he, I have sinned against great for so great a sinner as I am ? I have had | light.” pious parents. I was carefully instructed “But suppose,” said the Pastor, “that God by a pious mother ; but as I grew up in should not hear your prayer, and you life, my associations were unfortunate. I should finally be lost. Would God be just, became an Insidel. I have ridiculed the to leave you to perish, to punish you forchurch, Christians, and ministers. I ever, for your sins ?" "Yes, God would have thrown every obstacle in the way of be just. Justice I cannot bear. It demy own children, that hellish malice could mands my death. I plead for mercy. Is invent. And now I must die. My infidel there hope?“I came,

s tesus, not to friends cannot help me. Their comfort is call the righteous, but sinnersto.cpentance; mockery. It affords me no comfort now, the broken hearted, contrite, humble supplifor them to tell me that Jesus was an im- ant Jesus came to save. Look to him and postor, that the apostles were deluded, or live," said the Pastor. knaves. Now it appears to me that infi

[To be Continued.] delity can do no more for me in the world, than to rob me of the last ray of hope.” Love, though the sweetener of life, can

“Infidelity,” said the pastor, “involves not constitute its business. In whatever its disciples in inextricable difficulties in relation we may stand to society, we are life, and deserts them in death. The pic-bound to the performance of certain active ture that you have given, is a true picture duties, inconsistent with a life of contemof multitudes, who have been similarly | plative indulgence. The world is our deluded. But Christianity never deserts creditor, and a hard one, for it will rethe believer in the dying hour; yea, more, lax nothing of its claims. A life deits promises of grace and mercy, are unto voted to love, though one of the staple the eleventh hour, to great sinners. Who- | fictions of poets and romance writers, is soever will, may partake of the waters of incompatible both with the natural chalife freely. The broken heart and contriteracter of man and his social relations. Our spirit will never be despised. It is the bodies and our minds are alike framed for office of the Spirit to convince the world of action, and he who could merge all his dusin and righteousness and a judgment to ties, in the indulgence even of the purest come. It is by the influence of that Spirit, I passion, would, in so doing, prove himself trust, that you have been led to see and to be an object, not of love, but of contempt. feel your sinfulness. If that Spirit be pot grieved, and you are truly contrite, broken | Since the days that are past are gone hearted, then look to the cross of Christ in forever, and those that are to come may the prayer of the publican, “God, be merci not come to thee, it behooveth thee, O man, ful to me a sinner.” After reading a portion to employ the present time, without reof the scriptures, the Pastor commended gretting the loss of that which is past, or him to God in prayer.”

too much depending on that which is to Subsequent visits were made at Mr. come.

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