Mary Baldwin College - Bluestocking Yearbook (Staunton, VA)

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12 The Aicg7ista Seminary Animal. II. Roslin Chapel. Ge-he-boys-get up, and away we went through the streets of Edinburgh, out into the oi)en country, where sheep were grazing in the green meadows, and the lowering Scotch clouds threatened us at every moment, then lifting gave us occasional glimpses of the Pentland Hills; on we sped for an hour and a half towards Roslin. Get down, please, said the driver, I will meet you at six on the other side. If you follow the path you will find the Chapel, sure. What a walk that was. — The cliffs which rose on each side, looked like the shattered ruins of some old castle, impending over, and threatening us. We ascended to the rocks, and descended to the bed of the river, and at last saw before us Roslin Chapel, that gem of beaut} ' . Oh ! what memories, when I think of how we had the guide all to ourselves. Imagine three bewildered touristi ' ; compelled to follow one man, walk where he walked, look where he looked, admire what he admired, listen when he willed, and talk when he allowed, and you can hear the groans and sighs that rent our breasts. Look, ladies, he began, In those niches on both sides, there used to be statvtes of the twelve Apostles, but, he added with deep feeling, a mob from Edinburgh de- stroyed them. Then turning tome, Oh! Miss, did you hear that holler sound, when you knocked on the floor? Well, in a most blood curdling tone, under there is a burying vault; and beneath that slab is the graves of St. Clair, the founder of this Chapel. What a soldier he must have been ! for, s ee, there is a warrior engraved on the slab. Now, with an expression of extravagant admira- tion, all look at the Eady ' s Chapel, the very most-beauti- fullest portion of all, but do not linger for I have something to show you a wee bit farther on. This part, pointing to some fresh carving, has been restored and service is held here every Sunday. Then striking a tragic attitude, Do 3 ' ou see this pil- lar different to the others ? Here are sculptured the seven

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The Augusta Scmi)iary Annual . 11 With our eyes fixed upon this magtiificent panarama ot snowclad mountains, we passed the two fine hotels at Mur- ren almost without noticing them, and, still with the same view, our path led downward. Now the path winds through fine forests, then through open fields where we heard the cow-bells chiming in pasturelands far up above us, while over the cliffs and way below, we saw Lauterbrunnen like a toy village, and the white Lutchine, a silver ribbon lying beside it. Our path, wild as it was, was not a lonely one, for we met men carrying provisions up to Murren, bending down and panting under the huge burdens of bread they had on their backs, and innumerable tourists, French, German, English, and American, with their red Baedeker ' s, some walking, some riding, a man at each horse ' s head, and one, a fat German matron, was in a chair borne by four men. The Germans alwaj ' s greeted us with a pleasant smile and a hearty good morning; the English gazed at us in the same way that they looked at the rocks and trees, or wdth even less interest, while the Americans stared as only Americans can. Farther down we passed along the railway not yet finish- ed to Murren, and felt a little afraid of the swarthy Italian workmen. As we neared the foot of the mountain, we met more travelers, and numberless three-year-old children come out from the houses offering flowers and lace for sale. At last we reached the level of Lauterbrunnen, and our walking trip was over. Elizabeth Mc:Millan.

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The Aiigiisita Saninary A)iniial. 13 virtues and the seven vices, and here are three heads. It is called the Apprentice ' s Pillar, and the story is this, and the tone was sing-song in spite of the tragedy, as if the story had been told a thousand times before. The model of the pillar was sent from Italy, but the master mason could not carry it out until he saw the original. So he went to Italy, but in his absence, here our guide sighed at the daring of the boy, — his apprentice cxcciilcd the model. This so enrag- ed the master, that he killed his apprentice. And the heads are those of the apprentice, the mother of the apprentice, and the master mason. Another party now entering, our guide left us, eager for more six pences, and I was glad to retire to a quiet corner and muse over what was before me. Ever was the sing-song of his voice an accompaniment to my thoughts, as here in Roslin Chapel, I fancied the night scene: Secm ' d all on fire that chapel pronci Where Roslin ' s chief ' s iincoffined lie. Each Baron, for a rable shroud, Sheath ' d in his iron panoply- Seem ' d all on fire within, around. Deep sacristy and altar ' s pale; Shone every pillar foliage-bound, And glimmer ' d all the dead men ' s mail Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high Saint Clair. M. B. Wayt.