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up the stairs, from its summit we looked down on dizzy, and cling to ihe railing of the Tower for the mass of falling water below. We were disap-support. From the brow of the Cataract ascends pointed. Can this, thought I, be the realization of a hooked cloud of spray, which seems to link this my geography dreams; is this the grand original vast enigma of Nature to the throne of the Invisiof my map reveries. But I was just entering ble. We were surfeited with the sight. Some ing the vestibule of Niagara's sublimity. Descend- descended from the tower and returned by the naring from this eminence, we crossed the bridge over row bridge to the Island; the young Orleanois the Rapids, deposited our three " sixpences" a gazed on the scene as if petrified, and were speechpiece with the toll keeper on Bath Island, in whose less; wbilst others engaged themselves in carving book we also left our autographs, and then over an their initials on the railing, to show that they had additional bridge to Iris Island. From the end of been where should " speak the voice of God alone this Island, leaning for safety upon an old dead and man be dumb." I had the honor myself of tree, which projects over the precipice, we looked carving for one of our fair friends,“ — Macon, over the small cascade between us and Luna Is- Georgia.” “ Admiration,” remarks a great touland, and had another view of the American sheet. rist, " is the most exhausting thing in the world." Here the guide endeavored to point out to us three We experienced all the truth of this observation, profiles, caused by the projections of rock under and were very glad to have our painfully distended the Fall; but we were too intent in looking upon thoughts relaxed by the goide, who took us around the Fall itself, to regard him. It seemed as if, in the Island and related some most marvellous stoin the little time we had occupied in walking to this ries about a certain Hermit, (whether Goldsmith's point, the body of water had grown greater; its or not, I don't know,) who it appears used to inroar louder ; the clouds of spray above it denser; habit it; bathe in the rapids, and read books in a and ourselves more inclined to silence. Retracing log cabin, which standing dilapidated, is pointed our steps up the bank from this place, and taking an out to the traveller as his former residence. The opposite direction, we came in sight of a little struc- legends, and a little book with a yellow cover, for ture erected upon the verge of the precipice, re- which yon pay a “shilling," say that he was drownsembling very much a On reaching ed whilst bathing in the river below the Falls. it, we found it descended some hundred feet to the At 3 o'clock we sat down to a splendid dinner. rocks below, upon which it rested, and contained a People have to eat at Niagara Falls as well as at spiral stair-case. The guide told us this was the other places. Sublimity bewilders the brain ; but Biddle stair-case, so called from Nicholas Biddle's fills not the stomach. having made an appropriation for its construction. After dining, we prepared to start for the British Two of the ladies of our party declined descending, Fall. The descent to the ferry is made by means but our young feminine married one, with her fear- of a stairway, which is laid in a deep excavation less intrepidity, was already half way down before of solid rock. It is entirely housed in, and in the guide cautioned us that it was not safe for more going down its dark avenue, one experiences the than three to descend at a time. Arriving at the same feelings which would be felt in going through base of the stairway, we bent our course along a Thames' tunnel. Arriving at the bottom, we found narrow ledge at the base of the cliff, until we reach- a boat awaiting us, and seating the ladies in the ed the Central Fall, underneath which is the “ Cave stern, and raising umbrellas to protect them from of the Winds.Here the scene was grand. the drenching spray, which is blown at all times Our young bride could not get enough of it, from the Falls in dense clouds, when you are below though being every moment more thoroughly them, we shoved off into the boiling waves. When drenched by the falling spray. The Orleanois we had got a little distance from the shore, our boat, gave vent to their admiration in sentences alier- large as it was, commenced reeling and plonging nately French and English, and I endeavored, when- like a drunken man on the vast yest of waters, ever the wind blew away the mist, and exposed and it required all the strength of our athletic ferrythe mouth of the Cave, to utter some adjective. men for her to make any progress. As some touNiagara was growing upon us.

rist has remarked, she was as a mere “ egg-shell," The next sight, wbich bewildered our imagina- and a very slight alteration of position in her, tions, and made us feel how great is God and how would cause you to be engulphed in the awful caol. small is man, was the British, or Horse Shoe Fall : dron. The next adventure to going under the which, though not so high as that of the American, Falls, I conceive this of crossing the ferry in an inspires more awe. Far up as the eye can reach, open buat, the most bazardous. Arrived opposite from Prospect Tower, in the direction of Lake the centre of the vast line of Falls, all thoughts Erie, you see the waters which have but a short of fear are gone, – the mind is otherwise filled. time left iis placid bosom, now plunging on over You may have heard of Niagara, possessed engrathe rocks like sweated racers, unconscious of the vings of Niagara, or read of Niagara; but you fearful goal which awaits them. Looking down will never have seen it until now. The sensalion into the terrible vortex below, you are made' which fills the soul is overwhelmingly sublime. Each moment that you look upwards at the vast sion made upon him, when, by the “trembling moonvolume of descending water, it appears to grow bear's misty light,” he saw the stalwart frame of higher and higher, until it seems as if poured by our Scott mounted on horseback, and charging up the the hand of Omnipotence from the clouds. Another lane at the head of his men. Every spot of interest minute and our boat shot into an eddy caused by a about the ground is pointed out to you. On the exlarge projecting rock, and ran up on her ways. treme right, where rested the head of the AmeriThen followed a scene that fully assured me that can lines, now stands a church ; and on the spot from the sublime to the ridiculous” is but a very where the carnage was greatest, and the groan of short distance. We had scarcely time to disem- the dying soldier went out mid the din of battle, bark, before our party was besieged by a number is now heard, rising on each returning day of God, of Canadian Caleche drivers, who seize the oppor- the prayer and the hymn. No one can appreciate tunity of the presence of travellers, to get up a the difficulties encountered by our troops unless general melee, derogate vehicles, interchange choice they can see the ground. On the right, and near epithets, and give each other a conventional cur- the head of the lane, is seen a grave yard, in which sing. One fellow, seizing me by the arm, said, a small mound marks the resting-place of the offi“Mr. McDonald, get into my coach with your cers who fell in the engagement; and who, “unparty,” so in eight of us went into his omnibus, knelled, uncoffined,” were thrown into a pit and and the rest got into another. By way of quiz- the earth heaped above them. It was in this yard, zing, I asked the owner of the vehicle, who was where “every turf” beneath your feet is “a solriding on the steps behind, how his lad, our driver, dier's sepulchre,” that the gallant and impetuous knew my name was McDonald !" so well ?" Scott and his brave comrades," with the fierce

“Oh,” said he, “that's one of the smartest boys gladness of mountain torrents," precipitated themin Canada-he knows every gentleman's name, selves on the British battery. The battle of Preuss whether he has seen him before or not!"

Eylau took place in the splendor of a snow storm; Strange subjects, thought I, her Brittanic Ma- that of Lundy's Lane was fought amid the thunjesty must have in her American possessions. But ders of Niagara. I was on British ground, so I said to myself, “ Honi After visiting the battle-ground, we drove to the soit qui mal y pense.” From the landing you are Table Rock, where the finest view of the Horse driven up a steep, rocky road, to the summit of a Shoe Fall is had. The gorgeous rainbows that cliff. Looking down from here renders you dizzy. are always visible above the Cataract, and which The boat in which you came over appears continually shift their position, as the sun declines,

are worth looking at for hours. Towards the wane “ Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge, of the evening, a proposition was made, that we That on the number'd idle pebbles chafes Cannot be heard so high :-I'll look no more ;

should go under the great falling sheet of water Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight

10 Termination Rock ; being two hundred and thirty Topple down headlong."

feet behind the Great Horse Shoe Fall. It was

readily assented to by nine of the party, among From here we were driven over a sandy road some whom was our young bride, who was all anxiety two miles to the Battle Ground of Lundy's Lane, for the adventure, but yielded to the fears of her where, on the evening and night of the 25th of female friends. The dresses furnished you by the July, 1814, the Americans fought one of the blood-guide, who has a small house at the head of the iest and bravest battles on record. The feelings stair-case, are made of coarse oil cloth, and when produced, by the sight of a spot which was once fully attired in them, with a coarse towel around crimsoned by so much patriotic blood ; and the re- your throat, water boots, and a tarpaulin cowl drawn collection, that it was here the laurels of our own over the head, so as to expose only the face, we Scott were won, are of no ordinary character. An looked for all the world like men

“ fit for treasons, old British soldier, who was in the engagement, stratagems, and spoils.” The guide, however, did and who yet lives to tell the "battles, sieges, for- not seem to apprehend any danger from brigands tunes" he has passed, is the guide to the ground. of his own making, so cautioning us to see well Accompanied by him, you ascend to the top of a that our loins were girded, bade us follow him, and wooden observatory, erected for the purpose of we descended the spiral stairway. On reaching viewing the surrounding country, which is ripe with the base of the cliff, the guide led the way, and the scenes of the last war. His version of the we followed close behind. The path which leads battle was very impartial. Though a very illite- under the Cataract is extremely narrow, and one rale man, his account of the engagement, which had is constantly reminded that the least variation from evidently been carefully committed to memory, was, the perpendicular will hurl him into the boiling nevertheless, very interesting. One of our party waters below him. Just as you enter under the happening to interrupt him in the midst of his nar- sheet, you are obliged to pick your way, and cling ration, he was compelled to commence and go over to the projections in the wall of rock for support. again. He said he would never forget the impres-'When we got here, the guide told us to draw a good

breath, and follow close after him. We did so ;| about the undertaking,) is all that I got for my and the next moment found ourselves almost drown- puins. ed; our eyes and nostrils were filled with water. The next day, after dinner, the boatman again Some staggered blindly forward, others retreated,“ rowed us o'er the ferry." The view, after you and some turned their faces down in the hopes of get in the middle of the river, looking down 10avoiding it. But all to no purpose. The dense wards its outlet, is very unique. The banks on and ceaseless clouds of spray beat up from under either side of you rise abruptly to a great height, you, and notwithstanding your water proof” en- and the river presents the appearance of flowing velope, every portion of your person is penetrated through a deep gorge, which has been caused by by it. Fortunately I happened to get hold of the some terrible convulsion of nature. The waters of guide's coat, who dragged me forward into a slight Niagara are of a very transparent green; and about vacuum, where drawing a long breath, and snorting a mile below the Falls, covered with streaks of foam, the water from my nostrils, I opened my eyes to one they commence re-flowing with a lazy motion, of the grandest sights in nature. The appearance like exhausted gladiators returning to the arena of presented, was that of an immense Gothic arch, one their late conflict. One of our party was twitting half of which was formed by the wall of limestone, our young bride, in the boat, with wearing a green which, rising perpendicularly behind you, ends in a dress ; saying it was indicative of excessive vertabular projection high above your head; and the oth- dancy in the wearer. Her reply was, that Niager, by the sheet of falling water from where it leaves ara was green, and Niagara was sublime, syllothe verge of the cliff, to where it rolls away in a mass gistically, she was sublime ! of foam below your feet. But we had not reached From the landing we drove to the Burning the Termination Rock, and the guide, failing to Spring. On our way hither we had an opportumake himself heard to the rest of the party, amid nity of observing that the “almighty dollar" had the incessant roar, beckoned to them to come on ; its potency among a people, who are ever filling but they thinking there was rather too much of the your ears with Dieu et mon Droit, as well as with tangible mixed up with the sublimity, chose to re- u3 of the Slales.” Not far from the edge of the main where they were. Imitating the example of precipice, near Table Rock, stands a pyramidal the guide, and letting myself down by my hands monument, which, at a little distance, has the apupon a lower and slippery shelf of rock, I followed pearance of marble ; but upon close inspection, is close at his heels, taking care to preserve an up- found to be painted wood. The inscription is nearright position, and in a few minutes we were at ly as follows: "In memory of Miss Martha K. the goal of our efforts. Holding on with my hands, Rugg, who lost her life by falling from this bank the next moment the occasional current of air Aug. 24, 1844. At the Museum can be obtained which blows under the terrible tunnel, dissipated a book containing the particulars for a shilling." the mist for a minute or so, and I perceived that This instance of the bathos reminds one very forI was standing on the brink of an immense rocky cibly of an inscription on a beautiful monument in cauldron, whose waters, some seventy feet below the Pere le Chaise :-“ Erected by his disconsome, were boiling and foaming, and flashing, in ter- late widow, who still continues the business at the rible agony. Nothing can give anything like even old stand !" a faint idea of the sight, but Byron's description of Arrived at the Spring, the attendant closed the " the hell of waters,” which he alludes to in Childe door of the house to exclude the light, and then Harrold when speaking of Phlegethon. As if a we were treated to a very fine illumination from sight too overpowering for human eyes long to the buruing of the inflammable gas, which rises view, the next minute it was again hid in a shroud to the surface with a slight cracking noise, and of mist. After stumbling and foundering, from readily becomes ignited by a lighted match being the weight of my water filled boots, by the assis- placed in it. The faces of those standing near, tance of the guide I regained the entrance, when looked like the "weird sisters" of Macbeth around throwing myself upon the loose lime-stone path, I the cauldron of Hecate. concurred fully with the assertion of a tourist, that On returning to Table Rock to take our last look a man after accomplishing the feat, is a most ad- of the Horse Shoe Fall, our young bride proved mirable “subject for the Humane Society to herself a perfect Diana Vernon : a woman, who, resuscitate.” My advice to all those who visit if she was not “ born insensible to fear," was at the Falls, and have no particular penchant for the least capable of manifesting very little of it. She “ Wasser Cur,” is to avoid the adventure person- threw down the gauntlet, and dared any of the ally, and look at an engraving of it. Underneath company to descend with her to an enormous rock, Niagara Falls is a splendid place for Hydropa- which stands amid the beating surge at the base thists! A printed certificate, dated Niagara Falls, of an immense declivity. The descent to this Canada West, with poetry printed on the reverse, rock, which is some hundred feet below you, is (there is a great deal more of prose than poetry made over large masses of loose limestone, which

are ever crumbling from the wall of rock above, and rolling down the precipice below. This proposition, though very little relished, was accepted by

THE GIANT OAK. one of the party and the writer, and down she went to the rock, near which, "a Mr. Thompson, of There on the hill he stood, his verdant head Philadelphia, lost his life in the summer of 1844," Amid the clouds, his mighty feet among and with the unfailing courage of a Grace Darling, The rocks. When zephyr dallied with his locks, mounted upon its summit. When we got up to How soft his sighs and whispered words of love,– the house again, the guide, who with others had How like the roar of human battle was been watching our adventurous heroine from the The noise, when all his branches fought the blast! stairway above, said, that he had been in attendance Upon his lofty limbs the eagles built upon the Falls nearly ten years, but that he had Their regal nest, and reared their noble young; never seen a female upon that rock before. It And there they screamed unto the rising son, was agreed by all present, that, after her, it should Ere yet the liule marsh-wren knew he came. be called “F-n's Rock;" and the hardy pro- How towered in glory then the Giant Oak,prietor of the dress-house so entered it in his His dewy leaves bathed the golden beams, Register. As for myself, I cannot

Waving his hailings to the glowing orb,

While yet in gloom and silence slept the vale ! "tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar;"

For centuries there the Giant Oak had stood : but I can give a slight idea of the ascent of “the Stars he had seen go out upon the sky, steep” at Table Rock. I have no desire ever to And come not forth again, as from their thrones repeat the undertaking.

Fell the rebeling angels into night;At sunrise the following morning I gave my Stars he had seen from chaos-wand'rings rise, "Jast shilling” to a boot-black, kissed my hand to And join the anthem of the glittering hosts, the pretty women, and bid adieu to the Falls. Per- Like saints from earth to heaven to shine and sing. haps I may never look upon them again ; but the Amid, and o'er the wilderness he towered, impression made upon my mind, a Niagara of When hill, and plain, and dale was wilderness, years can only wear away. It is a pleasure to And sylvan generations, 'neath his arms, recollect them. The sight of so much sublimity Had sprouted, grown, and fell, the moon, which and so much terror, recurs to the fancy till it be

shone comes familiar; and as the fatigue and annoyance Upon the sea, when, from the Pinta's deck, of travel fades from the memory, the imagination The thrilling cry, land ! land !” rose on the night, warms it into a poetic feeling, and we dwell upon Poured on his slambering leaves her silvery beams. it with delight.

He saw the storm of Revolution rise, One of our party reinarked, as the cars moved And when its thunders burst at Lexington, off, that Niagara Falls was the greatest " watering He clapped, and clapped his myriad hands with joy, place" upon earth!

In the unshackled breeze which kissed the bills. Richmond, 1845.


There had he stood, and fought the Northern

blast, –

For centuries had he overcome its rage,

The whirlwind, which lore up the aged pines,
Ruth i.: 16, 17.

Had howled among his gnarléd limbs in vain.
Ask me not to leave thee now,

** Shouts for the brave old Oak !" the yeoman For io sooth I know not how ;

cried-And it is not in my mind

“ Shouts for the brave old Oak! the warrior Oak! Nor my heart-to stay behind.

The victor of a thousand fields ! Unbowed,
But, to share thy weal or woe,

Verdant and glorious still he towers! And he
Where thou goest, I will go ;

Shall ever tower and thrive; each year shall bring
Where thou stayest, I will stay; To him a mightier greatness and more wealth
Though it will be far away.

Of shining leaves. Howl on, 0 northern blast! And thy God, who is divine,

And burst, ye clouds, with hail and whirlwinds And thy people, shall be mine;

black !
For with Israel's chosen race

Hurl all your fury on the Giant Oak!
I will have my dwelling-place.

Still shall he stand in glory on the hill, -
Where thou diest, I will die;

Still shall his branches hold the eagle's nest !"
Where thou liest, I will lie;
God do so and more to me,

Alas! alas! O yeoman, there are foes,
If e'en death part me and thee ! Undreamed of, or despised, ignoble focs,

More mighty than the whirlwind and the blast!

And even whilst thou spake, the Giant Oak- moves all hearts in all lands. The poetry of our
The Warrior Oak--was doomed! Ay, even then, own sweet Bryant is beautified by its distinguish-
The field-mouse and the epicurian worm ing characteristic of picturing American scenery.
His autumn wealth had gathered, and had bred, Here, it is as placid as our broad lakes asleep at
Were busy at his roots.
And there, unseen,

Summer's noon; there, as majestic in its flow as
While rolled the years away, they revelled on. our mightiest rivers; and elsewhere, as solemn in
Root after root was severed, till his leaves its tone as the distant hymn of our ancient forests.
Grew dull and dwarfish, and, at last, yellowed, Bryant,
And died, and came not forth again with Spring.
And then his branches, one by one, rotted

"In the love of nature, holds

Communication with her visible forms,"
And fell, and from his trunk the bark pealed off.
Naked and desolate-swayed by the breeze-

and is thus enabled to breathe in song, her "various The picus ihrusting to his heart, for worms,

language.” His native streams, and fields, and Her greedy beak,-a perch for carrion crows

woodlands, have infused their spirit into his, and Jle stood, till Heaven looked on his blasted form, given their hue to his verse ; and this is half the In wrath, and said, “why cumbereth he the ground ?" secret of its beautiful simplicity. And the red bolts fell on him from the cloud.

The subject of Yonnondio is American. The My Country! like the Giant Oak doth tower

burden of the song is of a race which, though much Thy glorious strength, verdant, and to the sky!

“scattered” and barbarously “peeled,” had their Thou bless'd of Heaven! how hailest thou the birth, and still have their homes exclusively on this day

continent. It is of a tribe, whose battle-fields and How shinest in the sun, while yet, in night,

burying-grounds were the youthful haunts of the

minstrel himself. The nations sleep! And thou shalt tower and thrive, Triumphant o'er the boreal storms of Time,

Yonnondio is written by one who is as familiar Which, with the crash of empires, shake the world with Indian history, and who has studied Indian But if CORRUPTION, with her loathsome train

character as thoroughly as any man of letters in Of slimy demagogues and parasites,

our country. The mother of Mr. Hosmer speaks Gathered, and bred, and nursed, by “ Party Spoils," the Indian language, with almost as much fluency Shall fester in thy soil—THEN SHALT THOU DIE !

as she does the English ; and from her lips, since Not as becomes thy greatness, but in shame ;

his very infancy, the poet has been accustomed to Then shall thy beauty fall, thy strength decay ;

listen to the legends of the ill-fated Senecas. So And thou shalt stand, naked and desolate,

far, then, as a knowledge of bis subject is concernAnd mocked, as stood the Giant Oak,--as stood

ed, he is well prepared to write Indian legends ; Old Rome, till Heaven doth rend thee with her how far he is otherwise capacitated to weave them bolts!

into song, there may soon be an opportunity to O God! forefend, forefend, the cursed day!


“ The poem," we are informed in the preface, J. S. CHADBOURNE.

“is descriptive of events that occurred in the valCir.cinnati, Ohio.

ley of the Genesee, during the summer and aqtumn of 1687—of the memorable attempt of the Marquis De Nonville, under pretext of preventing

an interruption of the French trade, to plant the YONNONDIO;

standard of Louis XIV in the beautiful country of

the Senecas." A love tale, deeply plotted and OR WARRIORS OF The Genesee! A Tale of the exceedingly thrilling, is happily blent with the hisSeventeenth Century. By W. H. C. Hos- torical narrative, and gives variety and interest to

the poem. Its leading measure is the octo-sylla

bic, though there are frequent deviations, which We like to see a spirit of nationality pervading prevent monotony in the verse, and render the rethe effusions of the bard. It shows that he loves citation more pleasurable to the ear. Mr. Hosmer his country, has studied her scenery, and treasured is often very successful in adopting the sound to her history, and her legends, deep in his mind. In the sense. In the following lines the movement embodying in song the subjects peculiar to his na- of the verse near the close, is as slow as that of tive land, the poet usually exhibits his strongest the Indian warriors to whom they refer : feelings, most thoroughly tries his powers, and is most likely to secure abiding fame. It is the glow- “ Beneath tall branches, grey with eld, ing nationality of Burns' poetry, which gives it

Their labyrinthine course they held, such a beautiful and permanent charm. As the

While well the hindmost of the line,

From view concealed betraying sign; outburst of native feeling, his own countrymen ad- Sending keen glances in the rear, mire it; and as the outburst of natural feeling, it Lifting bowed herb and grassy spear,


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