408 A HONEYMOON AT THE FALLS. 



Then and there the mind of man may compute the 

 majesty of all he has seen and sees. Mr Robinson 

 once took a man off in his boat from the middle isle of 

 the Three Sisters, who had got there in some unaccount 

 able manner ; and on the 1st of September, previous to 

 my arrival, two men in a boat were dashed over the 

 Falls again, to a whiskey-and-watery grave. From the 

 brink of Groat Island, immediately above the edge of the 

 Falls, I brought a young cedar tree to England, but the 

 journey was too long for it, as it was not in a pot, and it 

 died. While examining the river at the foot of the Falls, I 

 observed that there were some splendid eddies and back 

 waters, deep, and sleepily free from the boiling current, 

 that promised fish, and I am sure that in the midst of this 

 splendid scene, every sense astonished and amused by 

 the magnificent panorama around, and refreshed by the 

 pure air that seems to me to haunt that region, the 

 angler, with spinning bait, might have some good sport 

 with the American perch or bass. 



I roamed in these enchanting scenes till dark, and then 

 repaired to mine inn, unable to restrain myself from the 

 repetition of the assertion that this "is a place for 

 lovers and lovers only," and resolved to advise all lovers 

 to try a honeymoon at the Niagara Falls. 



