DARTMOUTH COLLEGE-LAUSANNE.

LAUSANNE.

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DARTMOUTH COLLEGE, In New Hampshire, is in the town of Hanover, about half a mile from the banks of the Connec- Lausanne is a neat picturesque town, about

ticut. Its situation is very beautiful. It stands upon an elevated plain, and its buildings form one side of a square, which is surrounded, upon the other three sides, with handsome dwelling houses, and ornamented with beautiful maples and elms.

The College buildings are three in number, and are named Dartmouth, Wentworth and Thornton Halls, after distinguished benefactors of the Institution.

Dartmouth Hall, the middle building, is of wood, 150 feet long, 50 wide and three stories high, was erected 1786, and is so named in honor of the Rt. Hon. William Legge, Earl of Dartmouth, who also gave name to the College. This Hall contains a large and well arranged Chapel; three library rooms; a philosophical lecture room; a cabinet of minerals; a society hall; four recitation rooms; and a few apartments for students.

The other two buildings are of brick, 70 feet by 50, and three stories high. They contain each 24 rooms for students, each room having a bedroom attached to it. They were erected in 1828 and 1829. The one on the north of Dartmouth Hall is called Wentworth Hall, after his Excellency Benning Wentworth, formerly Gov. ernor of N. Hampshire. The one on the south bears the name of John Thornton, Esq. formerly of London, and well known as a christian philanthropist

Besides these buildings, there is a Hall for the use of the Medical Faculty, a a little to the north of the College buildings. This Hall contains lecture rooms; a chemical laboratory; a medical library; and unquestionably one of the most extensive and valuable anatomical museums in the United States.

The officers of the College at present, are a President, seven Professors and two Tutors. The number of under graduates about 180; and the number of students in the autumnal medical class about 100.

The College Library contains about 4000 volumes, and is adorned with a fine full length portrait of the Earl of Dartmouth, whose name the College bears: presented by his grand-son, the

present Earl.

The libraries of the "United Fraternity," and the "Social Friends," two literary societies of long standing in College, contain together about 8500 volumes, well selected, and in good condi

tion.

The College was founded in 1769 by the exertions of Dr. Eleazar Werlock. It has ever maintained a high rank among the Colleges of our country. In the fertile valley of the Connecticut, and in a small and quiet but beautiful village, its situation is favorable for study, and it furnishes few temptations to the dissolute. Its endowments are not splendid, but it is well supplied with the necessary means for furnishing good instruction.

It can point to many of its alumni, who have honorably distinguished themselves, and faithfully and usefully served their country and the cause of virtue and piety.

eight hours' drive from Geneva, and is deservedly celebrated for the singular beauty of its

situation. The climate is salubrious and delightful, and the romantic scenery of the Pays de Vaud has not its equal in the world. Nothing can surpass the glowing magnificence of a summer's evening in this fairy region. When the sun descends beyond mount Jura, the alpine summits reflect for a long time the bright ruddy splendor, and the quiet lake, unruffled by a breeze, assumes the appearance of liquid gold. In the distance rises the vast chain of Alps, with their seas of ice and boundless regions of snow, contrasted with the near and more pleasing ob

jects of glowing vineyards and golden corn fields, and interspersed with the wooded brow, the verdant and tranquil valley, with villas, hamlets, and sparkling streams.

Lausanne is the capital of the Pays de Vaud. The church is a magnificent gothic building, and was the cathedral when the country was subject to the dukes of Savoy. It was taken from the house of Savoy by the canton of Bern, under whose dominion it remained for nearly two centuries and a half, until the French revolution altered the whole face of affairs in Europe. Switzerland caught the cry of liberty and equality, and the government of Bern, which had hitherto been vested in an aristocracy, was transferred to a representative council, chosen by the people.

The inhabitants of Lausanne are Calvinists, although none of that mortifying spirit is discernible which characterises their brother Presbyterians of Scotland. The only point on which they appear to feel the necessity of a strict observance is the time of divine service on the Sabbath day. Every thing then is as quiet and still as though all classes were convinced of the necessity of, at least, an appearance of religious duty, and few persons are seen in the streets, unless on their way to church. But so soon as the services are ended, the day is devoted to gaiety and recreation. As in France, the neighboring places of amusement are crowded with visitors, and every thing exhibits a more than usual appearance of gaiety. Their festivities however are conducted on a more moderate scale; for great attention is paid by the government to repress the growth of luxury which, despite of the endeavors of the Swiss republicans, is making a rapid progress. Many of the foreign residents find it extremely difficult to accommodate their habits to the regulations imposed on the inhabitants, and sometimes incur the penalties awarded in cases of infringement of their sumptuary laws.

Lausanne, in addition to the natural beauties with which it so richly abounds, derives new interest from the associations to which it gives rise. The house of Gibbon, one of the most at ractive objects at Lausanne, is visited by every stranger. To this retreat he retired to complete those great historical labors which have immortalised his name. The little impression which he had made in public life-the loss of his seat at the Board of Trade-and the neglect of the

The other, deep and slow, exhausting thought,
And hiving wisdom with each studious year,
In meditation dwelt, with learning wrought,
And shaped his weapon with an edge severe,
Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer;
The lord of irony,--that master-spell,
Which stung his foes to wrath, which grew from fear,
And doom'd him to the zealot's ready Hell,

Yet, peace be with their ashes,--for by them,
If merited, the penalty is paid;

coalition ministry, who "counted his vote in the
day of battle, but overlooked him in the division
of the spoil;" all seemed to render his voluntary
banishment desirable; while his attachment to
the society and scenery of Lausanne, and his in-
timate acquaintance with the people and the
language, gave that banishment almost the air
of a restoration to his native country. Familiar
as he had been with the society of the learned, Which answers to all doubts so eloquently well.
the noble, and the great, he valued it too cor-
rectly to mourn over its loss. "Such lofty con-
nexions," he observes, "may attract the curious
and gratify the vain; but I am too modest, or too
proud, to rate my own value by that of my asso-
ciates; and whatever may be the fame of learn-
ing or genius, experience has shown me that the
cheaper qualifications of politeness and good
sense are of more useful currency in the com-
merce of life." The historian's choice was well
made, nor did it subject him to repentance.
"Since my establishment at Lausanne," he says,
"seven years have elapsed, and if every day has
not been equally soft and serene, not a day, not
a moment has occurred in which I have repented
of my choice."

seen.

The summer-house in which the great historian completed his lengthened labours may still be "It was on the day," says he, "or rather night, of the 27th of June, 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment of my fame; but my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future date of my history, the life of the historian must be short and precarious."

Lausanne and Ferney, as the abodes of Voltaire and of Gibbon, have been finely apostrophised by Lord Byron:

Lausanne! and Ferney! ye have been the abodes
Of names which unto you bequeath'd a name:
Mortals, who sought and found, by dangerous roads,
A path to perpetuity of fame :

They were gigantic minds, and their steep aim
Was, Titan-like, on daring doubts to pile
Thoughts which should call down thunder, and the flame
Of Heaven, again assail'd, if Heaven the while

On man and man's research could deign no more than

It is not ours to judge,--far less condemn;
The hour must come when such things shall be made
Known unto all,--or hope and dread allay'd
By slumber, on one pillow,--in the dust,
Which, thus much we are sure, must lie decay'd;
And when it shall revive, as is our trust,

'Twill be to be forgiven, or suffer what is just.

Lausanne and its neighbourhood are also rendered illustrious by their having afforded a residence to Necker and his most celebrated daughter. In a country house, near Lausanne, before he removed to Coppet, Necker composed his "Treatise on the Administration of the Finances," and it was here that Gibbon became acquainted with the ex-minister. At that period Mademoiselle Necker was only a gay and giddy girl. "Mademoiselle Necker," says the historian in a letter to Lord Sheffield, "one of the greatest heiresses in Europe, is now about eighteen, wild, vain, but good-natured, with a much greater provision of wit than of beauty." It does not appear that Gibbon at this time appreciated the talents and the genius which afterwards shone forth so brilliantly in the writings and conversation of Madame de Stael. Not unfrequently the Neckers visited the historian in his humble mansion, where the great financier conversed freely with him on the subject of his administration and his fall. Occasionally, also, Gibbon spent a few days with his friends at Coppet, and the correspondence, which has been published, between himself and Madame Necker, proves the very amicable terms on which they stood to one another, and from which, perhaps, the recollection of their youthful attachment did not detract. In visiting the scenes formerly illustrated by the lofty genius and graceful society of Madame de Stael, the traveller will regret that there is no adequate memoir of a person so truly distinguished. "Some one," it is well observed by Lord Byron, "some one of all those whom the charms of involuntary wit and of easy hospitality attracted within the friendly circles of Coppet, should rescue from oblivion those virtues which, although they are said to love the shade, are in fact more frequently chilled than excited by the domestic cares of private life. Some one should be found to portray the unaffected graces with which she adorned those dearer relationships, the performance of whose duties is rather discovered amongst the interior secrets than seen in the outward management of family intercourse; and which indeed it requires the delicacy of genuine affection to qualify for the eye of an indifferent spectator. Some one should be found, not to celebrate, but to describe the amiable mistress of an open mansion, the centre of a society ever