SOUTH AMERICA. 



Niagara. But this is neither here nor there ; let 

 us proceed to something else. 



When the pain of my foot had become less 

 violent, and the swelling somewhat abated, I 

 could not resist the inclination I felt to go down 

 Ontario, and so on to Montreal and Quebec, and 

 take Lakes Champlain and George in my way 

 back to Albany. 



Just as I had made up my mind to it, a family 

 from the Bowling-green, in New York, who was 

 going the same route, politely invited me to join 

 their party. Nothing could be more fortunate. 

 They were highly accomplished. The young 

 ladies sang delightfully ; and all contributed their 

 portion, to render the tour pleasant and amusing. 



Travellers have already filled the world with 

 descriptions of the bold and sublime scenery from 

 Lake Erie to Quebec : 



" The fountain's fall, the river's flow, 

 The woody valleys, warm and low ; 

 The windy summit, wild and high, 

 Roughly rushing to the sky." 



And there is scarce one of them who has not 

 described the achievements of former and latter 

 times, on the different battle-grounds. Here, 

 great Wolfe expired. Brave Montcalm was car- 

 ried, mortally wounded, through yonder gate. 

 Here fell the gallant Brock ; and there General 

 Sheaffee captured all the invaders. And in 

 yonder harbour may be seen the mouldering 



