The Lake Of Lucerne - Joseph E. Morris - Bog

If Lucerne is the most widely advertised lake in the world¿if its name, in
recent years, has come to be associated, less with ancient gallant exploits of
half-legendary William Tells than with cheap Polytechnic Tours and
hordes of personally conducted trippers, it has luckily forfeited singularly
little of its ancient charm and character, and remains, if you visit it at the
right moment¿or at any moment, if you are not too fastidious in your
claims for solitude and æsthetic exclusiveness¿possibly the most beautiful
and unquestionably the most dramatic and striking of all the half-dozen or
so greater lakes, Swiss or Italian, that cluster round the outskirts of the
great central knot of Alps. "Cluster round the outskirts," for it is
characteristic of all these lakes, just as it is characteristic of most of our
greater English meres at home¿of Windermere, for example, or
Bassenthwaite, or Ullswater¿that, though their upper ends penetrate more
or less deeply (and Lucerne and Ullswater more deeply than any) among
the bases of the hills, yet their lower reaches, whence discharge the mighty
rivers, invariably trail away into open plain, or terminate among mere
gentle undulations. Of all this class of lake, then¿lakes of the transition¿
Lucerne is at once the most complex in shape, the least comprehensible in
bulk, and the most immediately mountainous in character.