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will find himself under the precipice on the top of which he formerly walked. A high but sloping bank extends from its base to the edge of the river; and on the summit of this there is a narrow slippery path, covered with angular fragments of rock, which leads to the Great Fall. The impending cliffs, hung with a profusion of trees and brushwood, overarch this road, and seer to vibrate with the thunders of the cataract. In some places they rise abruptly to the height of one hundred feet, and display upon their surfaces fossil shells, and the organic remains of a former world; thus sublimely leading the mind to contemplate the convulsions which nature has undergone since the creation. As the traveller advances, he is frightfully stunned by the appalling noise; clouds of spray sometimes envelope him, and suddenly check his faltering steps; rattlesnakes start from the cavities of the rocks, and the scream of eagles soaring among the whirlwinds of eddying vapour which obscure the gulf of the cataract, at intervals announce that the raging waters have hurled some bewildered animal over the precipice. After scrambling among piles of huge rocks that obstruct his way, the traveller gains the bottom of the Fall, where the soul can be susceptible only of one emotion,— that of uncontrollable terror.
A little way below the Great Fall, the river is, comparatively speaking, so tranquil, that a ferry-boat plies between the Canada and American shores, for the convenience of travellers. When I first crossed, the heaving flood tossed about the skiff with a violence that seemed very alarming; but as soon as we gained the middle of the river, my attention was altogether engaged by the surpassing grandeur of the scene before me. I was now within the area of a semicircle of cataracts, more than three thousand feet in extent, and floated on the surface of a gulf, raging, fathomless, and interminable. Majestic cliffs, splendid rainbows, lofty trees, and columns of spray, were the gorgeous decorations of this
theatre of wonders, while a dazzling sun shed refulgent glories upon every part of the scene. Surrounded with clouds of vapour, and stunned into a state of confusion and terror by the hideous noise, I looked upwards to the height of one hundred and fifty feet, and saw vast floods, dense, awful, and stupendous, vehemently bursting over the precipice, and rolling down, as if the windows of heaven were opened to pour another deluge upon the earth. Loud sounds, resembling discharges of artillery or volcanic explosions, were now distinguishable amidst the watery tumult, and added terrors to the abyss from which they issued. The sun, looking majestically through the ascending spray, was encircled by a radiant halo; whilst fragments of rainbows floated on every side, and momentarily vanished only to give place to a succession of others more brilliant. Looking backwards, I saw the Niagara river, again become calm and tranquil, rolling magnificently between the towering cliffs that rose on either side, and receiving showers of orient dew-drops from the trees that gracefully overarched its transparent bosom. A gentle breeze ruffled the waters, and beautiful birds fluttered around, as if to welcome its egress from those clouds and thunders and rainbows, which were the heralds of its precipitation into the abyss of the cataract.
THE LOST SHIP.
HER mighty sails the breezes swell,
And fast she leaves the lessening land;
Is waved by many a snowy hand;
That bark was never heard of more!
In her was many a mother's joy,
The lonely heart's unceasing prayer: And, oh! the thousand hopes untold
Of ardent youth that vessel bore;
While on her wide and trackless path
Say, sank she 'midst the blending wrath
Vain guesses all-her destiny
Is dark-she ne'er was heard of more!
The moon hath twelve times changed her form From glowing orb to crescent wan, 'Mid skies of calm, and scowl of storm,
Since from her port that ship hath gone; But ocean keeps its secret well,
And though we know that all is o'er, No eye hath seen-no tongue can tell
Her fate-she ne'er was heard of more!
Oh! were her tale of sorrow known,
'Twere something to the broken heart;
By which her doom we may explore;
And ne'er was seen nor heard of more!
CURSE OF THE DOGE OF VENICE.
I SPEAK to Time and to Eternity,
I hasten, let my voice be as a spirit
Reek up to heaven-Ye skies! which will receive it—
I perish, but not unavenged: far ages
Float up from the abyss of time to be,
On her and hers for ever!- -Yes, the hours
When she, who built 'gainst Attila a bulwark,
Thy sons are in the lowest scale of being,
And scorn'd even by the vicious for such vices
Meanness and weakness, and a sense of wo
'Gainst which thou wilt not strive, and darest not murmur, Have made thee last and worst of peopled deserts— Then, in the last gasp of thine agony,
Amidst thy many murders, think of mine!
Thou den of drunkards with the blood of princes!
Slave, do thine office!
THE REGULARITY OF NATURE.
THE Constancy of Nature is taught by universal experience, and even strikes the popular eye as the most characteristic of those features which have been impressed upon her. It may need the aid of philosophy to learn how unvarying Nature is in all her processes-how even her seeming anomalies can be traced to a law that is inflexible-how what might appear at first to be the caprices of her waywardness, are, in fact, the evolutions of a mechanism that