["IN the year 1315, Switzerland was invaded by Duke Leopold of Austria, with a formidable army. It is well attested that this prince repeatedly declared 'he would trample the audacious rustics under his feet; and that he had procured a large stock of cordage, for the purpose of binding their chiefs, and putting them to death. "The 15th October, 1315, dawned. The sun darted its first rays on the shields and armour of the advancing host; and this being the first army ever known to have attempted the frontiers of the cantons, the Swiss viewed its long line with various emotions. Montfort de Tettnang led the cavalry into the narrow pass, and soon filled the whole space between the mountain (Mount Sattel) and the lake. The fifty men on the eminence (above Morgarten) raised a sudden shout, and rolled down heaps of rocks and stones among the crowded ranks. The confederates on the mountain, perceiving the impression made by this attack, rushed down in close array, and fell upon the flank of the disordered column. With massy clubs they dashed in pieces the armour of the enemy, and dealt their blows and thrusts with long pikes. The narrowness of the defile admitted of no evolutions, and a slight frost having injured the road, the horses were impeded in all their motions; many leaped into the lake; all were startled; and at last the whole column gave way, and fell suddenly back on the infantry; and these last, as the nature of the country did not allow them to open their files, were run over by the fugitives, and many of them trampled to death. A general rout ensued, and Duke Leopold was, with much difficulty, rescued by a peasant, who led him to Winterthur, where the historian of the times saw him arrive in the evening, pale, sullen and dismayed." - PLANTA'S History of the Helvetic Confederacy. THE wine-month shone in its golden prime, And the red grapes clustering hung. But a deeper sound, through the Switzer's clime, A sound, through vaulted caves, A sound, through echoing glen, Like the hollow swell of a rushing wave; And a trumpet, pealing wild and far, 1 Wine-month, the German name for October. And through the forest-glooms And the winds were tossing knightly plumes, In Hasli's1 wilds there was gleaming steel, And the Schreckhorn's 2 rocks, with a savage peal, Up 'midst the Righi 3 snows The stormy march was heard, With the charger's tramp, whence fire-sparks rose. But a band, the noblest band of all, They came with heavy chains, But amidst his Alp-domains, The herdsman's arm is strong! The sun was reddening the clouds of morn But on the misty height, Where the mountain people stood, There was stillness, as of night, When storms at distance brood. There was stillness, as of deep dead night, While the Switzers gazed on the gathering might On wound those columns bright Between the lake and wood, But they looked not to the misty height The pass was filled with their serried power, And their steps had sounds like a thunder-shower There were prince and crested knight, When a shout arose from the misty height 1 Hasli, a wild district in the canton of Berne. 2 Schreckhorn, the peak of terror, a mountain in the canton of Berne 3 Righi, a mountain in the canton of Schwytz. And the mighty rocks came bounding down, With a joyous whirl from the summit thrown— They came like lauwine1 hurled From Alp to Alp in play, When the echoes shout through the snowy world, The fir-woods crashed on the mountain-side, With a sudden charge, on the flower and pride Like hunters of the deer, They stormed the narrow dell, And first in the shock, with Uri's spear, There was tumult in the crowded strait, And many a warrior met his fate With their pikes and massy clubs they brake And the war-horse dashed to the reddening lake The field-but not of sheaves- Strewn o'er it thick as the birch-wood leaves, Oh! the sun in heaven fierce havoc viewed, And the leader of the war At eve unhelmed was seen, With a hurrying step on the wilds afar, But the sons of the land which the freeman tills, Went back from the battle-toil, 'Lauwine, the Swiss name for the avalanche. 2 William Tell's name is particularly mentioned amongst the confederates at Morgarten. >Forest-sea, the lake of the four cantous is also so called. 피 To their cabin homes 'midst the deep green hills, There were songs and festal fires WHENCE art thou, flower? From holy ground, Yet bugle-blast or trumpet-sound Flower of a noble field! thy birth Was not where spears have crossed, And shivered helms have strewn the earth, 'Midst banners won and lost. But where the sunny hues and showers Unto thy cup were given, There met high hearts at midnight hours, And vows were pledged that man should roam Free as the wind, the torrent's foam, And prayer, the full deep flow of prayer, And souls grew strong for battle there, Before the Alps and stars they knelt, And rose, and made their spirits felt Then welcome Grütli's free-born flower! Even in thy pale decay There dwells a breath, a tone, a power, Which all high thoughts obey. |