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the remembrance of spots once interesting to her : 



"The lovely daughter, — lovelier in her tears, 

 The fond companion of her father 's years, 

 Here silent stood, — ^neglectful of her charms, 

 And left her lover 's for her father 's arms. 

 With louder plaints the mother spoke her woes, 

 And blessed the cot where every pleasure rose; 

 And pressed her thoughtless babes with many a t»ar. 

 And clasped them close, in sorrow doubly dear, 

 "While the fond husband strove to lend relief. 

 In all the silent manliness of grief. ' ' 



We went a few miles out of our route to take a 

 look at the once formidable fortress of Ticon- 

 deroga. It has long been in ruins, and seems as 

 if it were doomed to moulder quite away. 



**Ever and anon there falls 



Huge heaps of hoary moulder 'd walls. 



But time has seen, that lifts the low 



And level lays the lofty brow. 



Has seen this ruin'd pile complete, 



Big with the vanity of state; 



But transient is the smile of fate." 



The scenery of Lake George is superb ; the inn 

 remarkably spacious and well attended; and the 

 conveyance from thence to Saratoga very good. 

 He must be sorely afflicted with spleen and jaun- 

 dice, who, on his arrival at Saratoga, remarks, 

 there is nothing here worth coming to see. It is 

 a gay and fashionable place; has four uncom- 

 monly fine hotels; its waters, for medicinal vir- 

 tues, are surpassed by none in the known world ; 

 and it is resorted to, throughout the whole of the 

 summer, by foreigners and natives of the first 



