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eakened by the imperfect glimpses that could be caught of the cataract from the road. * * * * * We hope our young readers do not think us so presumptuous as to attempt to give them a description of the Falls of Niagara; one of the sublimest spectacles with which this fair earth is embellished. Neither can we attempt to define the emotions of our travellers. We find in Edward's and Julia's journals, noted with an accuracy and taste that does them great credit, all the constituent parts of this great whole--a poet or a painter might perhaps weave them into a beautiful picture. The vehement dashing of the rapids--the sublime falls--the various hues of the mass of waters--the snowy whiteness, and the deep bright green--the billowy spray that veils in deep obscurity the depths below--the verdant island that interposes between the two falls, half veiled in a misty mantle, and placed there, it would seem, that the eye and the spirit may repose on it--the little island on the brink of the American fall, that looks amidst the commotion of the waters like the sylvan vessel of a woodland nymph gaily sailing onward; or as if the wish of the Persian girl were realized, and the 'little isle _had_ wings;'--a thing of life and motion that the spirit of the waters had inspired. The profound caverns with their overarching rocks--the quiet habitations along the margin of the river--peaceful amid all the uproar, as if the voice of the Creator had been heard, saying "It is I, be not afraid."--The green hill, with its graceful projections, that skirts and overlooks Table-rock--the deep and bright verdure of the foliage--every spear of grass that penetrates the crevices of the rocks, gemmed by the humid atmosphere, and sparkling in the sun-beams--the rainbow that rests on the mighty torrent--a symbol of the smile of God upon his wondrous work. "What is it, mother?" asked Edward, as he stood with his friends on Table-rock, where they had remained gazing on the magnificent scene for fifteen minutes without uttering a syllable, "what is it, mother, that makes us all so silent?" "It is the spirit of God moving on the face of the waters--it is this new revelation to our senses of his power and majesty which ushers us, as it were, into his visible presence, and exalts our affections above language. "What, my dear children, should we be, without the religious sentiment that is to us as a secon
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