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a flight of steps to be cut along the face of the opposite rock, by which the visitor 

 descends into a deep and capacious amphitheatre, where he finds himself exactly 

 in front, and on a level with the bottom of the Fall. Here the imagination is 

 bewildered by the grandeur and sublimity of the scene. The vast body of water 

 churned into foam, and projected in a double bound over the precipice ; the dark 

 and weltering pool below ; the magnificent rampart of grim perpendicular rockg 

 which project and undulate round him on the left; the romantic banks opposite ; 

 the rich garniture of wood with which it is mantled ; and the river, after a stormy 

 passage, again pursuing its placid course in the distance sparkling, as if purified 

 by its recent struggles present altogether a spectacle which may challenge com- 

 parison with the finest scenes of the kind in Switzerland. But such scenes 

 are the poet's peculiar province. The awful phenomena exhibited by this 

 Fall, when augmented by sudden storms, are thus ably depicted by a native 

 bard : 



" But when the deluge pours from every hill 

 When Clyde's broad bed ten thousand torrents fill, 

 His roar the thundering mountain-streams augment 

 Redoubled rage in rocks so closely pent. 

 Then shattered woods, with rugged roots uptorn, 

 And herds and harvests, down the wave are borne ; 

 Huge crags heaved upward through the boiling deep, 

 And rocks enormous thundering down the steep, 

 In swift descent, fixed rocks encountering roar, 

 Crash, as from slings discharged, and shake the shore. . . . 

 " From that drear grot which bears thy sacred name 

 Heroic Wallace ! first in Scotia's fame, 

 I saw the liquid snowy mountains rolled 

 Prone down the awful steep ; I heard the din 

 That shook the hill, fiom caves that boiled within. 

 Then wept the rocks, and trees, with dripping hair, 

 Thick mists ascending loaded all the air, 

 Blotted the sun, obscured the shining day, 

 And washed at once the blazing noon away. 

 The wreck below, in wild confusion tost, 

 Convulsed in eddies, or in whirlpools lost, 

 Is swept along where Lanark's ancient claim 

 To eldest rank has given a province name."* CLYDE. 



The lower, or Stonebyres Fall, resembles in so many respects the others of 



Much of the description in the preceding lines will remind the French reader of the well-known ode 

 by Laharpe, in his " Epitre au Comte de Schowalow :" 



" Au loin, le bruit do son passage 



Fait trembler les rochers, fait mugir les vallons," &c. See. 



