214 WANDERINGS IN SOUTH AMERICA. 



sides; and there, the whole force rushed on to 

 battle : 



" Hie Dolopum manus, hie magnus tenebat Achilles, 

 Classibus hie locus, hie acies eertare solebat." 



At tea-time we OOK our ea ogetner, and the next 

 morning this worthy American walked up with me to 

 the inn in Albany, shook me by the hand, and then 

 went his way. I bade him farewell, and again farewell, 

 and hoped that fortune might bring us together again 

 once more. Possibly she may yet do so ; and should it 

 be in England, I will take him to my house, as an old 

 friend and acquaintance, and offer him ' my choicest 

 cheer. This excellent gentleman lived in New York, 

 and his name was William Tyas. 



The great ^ ^ s at Albany that the great canal opens 

 canaL j n ^ o fa e j U( j sonj an d joins the waters of 



this river to those of Lake Erie. The Hudson, at the 

 city of Albany, is distant from Lake Erie about 360 

 miles. The level of the lake is 564 feet higher than the 

 Hudson, and there are eighty-one locks on the canal. 

 It is to the genius and perseverance of De Witt Clinton 

 that the United States owe the almost incalculable 

 advantages of this inland navigation. " Exegit rnonu- 

 mentum sere perennius." You may either go along it 

 all the way to Buffalo, on Lake Erie, or by the stage ; 

 or sometimes on one and then in the other, 

 just as you think fit. Grand, indeed, is the 

 scenery by either route, and capital the accommodations. 

 Cold and phlegmatic must he be who is not warmed 

 into admiration by the surrounding scenery, and 

 charmed with the affability of the travellers he meets 

 on the way. 



This is now the season of roving, and joy and nierri- 



