Thursday, 11 March 2010

Helvetiorum Fidei ac Virtuti

The Lion lies in his lair in the perpendicular face of a low cliff — for he is carved from the living rock of the cliff. His size is colossal, his attitude is noble. His head is bowed, the broken spear is sticking in his shoulder, his protecting paw rests upon the lilies of France. Vines hang down the cliff and wave in the wind, and a clear stream trickles from above and empties into a pond at the base, and in the smooth surface of the pond the lion is mirrored, among the water-lilies.

Around about are green trees and grass. The place is a sheltered, reposeful woodland nook, remote from noise and stir and confusion — and all this is fitting, for lions do die in such places, and not on granite pedestals in public squares fenced with fancy iron railings. The Lion of Lucerne would be impressive anywhere, but nowhere so impressive as where he is.
– Mark Twain, A Tramp Abroad, 1880


James Higham said...

I think I saw that while I was there but I might be confusing it with Salzburg.

13th Spitfire said...

beautiful is it not?

Unknown said...

The monument recalls one of the darkest pages of French history, the massacre of 600 Swiss guards in Paris by the revolutionaries on August 10th, 1792. Some French still honor the memory of these heroes. (