hear that Lett, the incendiary, escaped unscathed, and was still at large in the States. Passing through a rich, picturesque, and fertile country, a sound "like the rushing of many waters"-the roar of the Falls -was heard; and presently, descending from our rickety conveyance at the door of the Clifton House, the far-famed Falls of Niagara were before us. At first sight, I was disappointed; for though the coup d'œil from Clifton House embracing both the Horse-shoe fall and the American, and the wooded isle that seems to quake in the midst of the war of elements-is unrivalled, the height of the Falls is materially diminished, and consequently their effect is lost by viewing them from the banks of the river, which are on a level with the head of the Schute. It was only on crossing the river at the ferry that I became impressed with the awful grandeur of the scene, and the first impression destroyed. The books in which visitors incribe their names, &c., at the tablerock, or pavilion, deserve to be ranked amongst the curiosities of literature. I am sorry to say they are sadly mutilated, and sometimes whole pages torn out, by sacrilegious visitors. Here we find all sorts of effusions, for the noise and uproar of Falls beneath seem to inspire the visitors, and even the most stolid and Dutch, wax poetical; during my visits to the tablerock, I took the liberty to transcribe some of those bleatings into my note book. Extract from the Visitors' Book, 1841.-Table Rock "Here I record the startling fact- Bid Niagara's fairest daughter Bring me a glass of gin and water; 'What have you seen beneath that fall,' Inspire me to write something fine. My Charon swears he'll cross the ferry; It will not do to stay behind; "SAM SLICK." "Babbler, forbear; in silence go thy ways, "EZRA TIBBS." "By my troth, Arcades Ambo, Blackguards both, What think you, Massa Sambo? "I've seen the falls of Terni, The lakes of sweet Killarney; It need no further journey. "ADAM SMYTH." "I've seen a burning mountain, "The only thing I wish is, I need no further journey. “My love, my life, my cara, Shall hear of Niagara ; When, without fuss, she gives a buss, To her own T. O'Mara. I need no further journey." "Where is the red man, where the tameless child- Of warring elements, the direful jar Of riven rocks and mountains rent in twain ; Impell'd to burst his bonds by Superior Of stunning thunder bids the earth recoil, "EURIKA THRUMS." "Where is the red man? where is the white man? Where is the black man? all right-good night, man. "PETER PARLE." "C'est trop-c'est trop, mon ami, ፡፡ Je ne puis pas vous exprimiez, Tous ce que ce lieu m'inspire— Niagara est unique, La chûte, la plus grand, la plus belle, Superb-sublime-magnifique ! "DE JOINVILLE." "When God speaks, let man hold his tongue. "ICHABOD CRANE." "The above was loan'd, stolen, or stray'd, from John Bunnion or Doctor Watts. "SY. BAGGS, M. O. U., Missouri." "Sy Baggs, Father of Wags, Who the devil are you? Take Bunnion and Watts, And tinker your pots, In M. O. U. "J. BARLOW, Boston." "What a glorious water power is here; fully sufficient to drive all the mill wheels in the Union, I calculate. "J. HOBBS, Ramsbottom." "My! what an almighty plan for washing sheep. "L. HOOSIER, Miss." Here follows a long rigmarole in Dutch, savouring of Scheidam and the Zuyder Zee; and another effu sion in the Eurika Thrums style, which I skip over, and conclude my elegant extracts with "Here in the balcony, Basking' like any fly,' I slantindicular sit in my chair, Whiffing a light cigar Over this water war, All at my ease, with my heels in the air. "Fly round, my tulips, Bring me mint julips, Iced to a miracle-fix'd with a straw Wooing the eager lip Deeper to suck and sip, Rich as a bottom in sweet Arkansaw. "Writing and rhyming, And all this tall climbing, Tickles my fancy, though all in my eye- Lightly my shoulders rub, Ecstasy ecstasy-now let me die! "N. P. WILLIS." "Take off every stitch of your clothes, lock them up in this drawer, put on this here red shirt, duck pants, straw hat, and slippers," said the host of the pavilion, to whom I signified my intention to visit that delectable grotto under the horse-shoe fall. I obeyed, with certain reservations, as I did not at all admire the damp flimsy habiliments tendered for my outward man; and followed the guide down steep flights of slippery stairs and steps to the water's edge. Here, pausing a moment to view the terrible yet magnificent scene, we pushed on to the table rock, drenched with spray and mist, en avant. The guide laid hold on a penny cord, nailed into the trembling rocks; he disappeared under the broad sheet. Holding my light |