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brawling of the stream below ! What various musics 

 hath nature, and with how much of nicety do they suit 

 humanity ay, and operate on the heart, moulding its 

 moods and tempers according as they are high or low, 

 solemn or humorous, glad or terrific ! The voice of 

 such a waterfall speaks home to our feelings, and 

 separates from the servile flesh, where they are 

 inhumed, those loftier portions of our nature, that are 

 akin to the Maker and God of good. Among Scottish 



cataracts, Doctor, I would reckon this of C n not 



the least imposing. 'Tis in no wise hackneyed or hurt 

 by tasteless artifice, like many of greater note, yet 

 hath it all the sublimer characteristics of these. The 

 body of water is strong and straitly confined, descending 

 vigorously over a rampart of high rocks. 'Tis a gallant 

 and terrible leap, as of a whole legion into a pool of 

 wrath and alway in front arises a spray-spectre,, 

 taking its form from the winds. You may mark it 

 from where we recline, but not so clearly as t distin- 

 guish the rainbows with which it is inlaid. 



Swivel. To tell thee my mind, Bill, I am no mighty 

 admirer of waterfalls. Should they be well reputed 

 and praisingly talked of my fancy is apt to exaggerate 

 their attractions, and when visiting them I ever 

 become disappointed. Yet such a cascade as this, 

 stumbled upon unexpectedly, fails not to arrest my 

 attention. There are no violations of nature through- 

 out its confines no foot-print of the Goth within the 



sanctuary ; all is secret as where the hinds calve. 



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