We called at the town of Erie，at eight O’clock that night，and lay there an hour．Between five and six next morning，we arrived at Buffalo，where we breakfasted；and being too near the great falls to wait patiently anywhere else，we set Off by the train，the same morning at nine O’clock，to Niagara．
It was a miserable day，chilly and raw；a damp mist falling，and the trees in that northern region quite bare and wintry．Whenever the train halted，I listened for the roar；and was constantly straining my eyes in the direction where I knew the falls must be，from seeing the river rolling on towards them；every moment expecting to behold the spray．Within a few minutes of our stopping，not before，I saw two great white clouds rising up slowly and majestically from the depths of he earth．That was a11．At length we alighted；and then for the first time，I heard the mighty rush of water，and felt the ground tremble underneath my feet．
The bank is very steep，and was slippery with rain and half-melted ice．I hardly know how I got down，but 1 was soon at the bottom，andclimbing，with two English officers who were crossing and had joinedme，over some broken rocks，deafened by the noise，half blinded by thespray，and wet tO the skin．We were at the foot of the American Fall．Icould see an immense torrent of water tearing headlong down from somegreat height，but had no idea of shape，or situation，or anything but vagueimmensity． When we were seated in the little ferry boat，and were crossing theswollen river immediately before both cataracts，I began to feel whatit was；but 1 was in a manner stunned，and unable to comprehend thevastness of the scene．It was not until I came on Table Rock，and looked—great Heaven，on what a fall of bright—green water!That it came upon mein its full might and majesty． Then，when I felt how near to my Creator 1 was standing，the firsteffect，and the enduring one--instant and lasting--of the tremendousspectacle，was Peace．Peace of mind，tranquility，calm recollections of thedead，great thoughts of etemal rest and happiness：nothing of gloom orterror．Niagara was at once stamped upon my heart，an image of beauty；to remain there，changeless and indelible，until its pulses cease to beat，foreVer． Oh，how the strife and trouble of daily life receded from my view，and lessened in the distance，during the ten memorable days we passed onthat enchanted ground!What voices spoke from out the thundering water；what faces，faded from the earth，looked out upon me from its gleamingdepths；what heavenly promise glistened in those angels’tears，thedrops of many hues，that showered around，and twined themselves aboutthe gorgeous arches which the changing r~nbows made!