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flow. Probably the scenery on the banks of the St. 

 Lawrence recalled to her mind the remembrance of spots 

 once interesting to her : 



" The lovely daughter, — lovelier in her tears, 

 The fond eomxianion 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 tear, 

 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 Ticonderoga. 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 hoar}' moulder'd walls. 

 But time has seen, that lifts the low 

 And level lays the loffry 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 re- 

 markably spacious and well attended ; and the conveyance 

 from thence to Saratoga very good. He must be sorely 

 afflicted with spleen and jaundice, 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 virtues, 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 consideration. Saratoga pleased 

 me much ; and afforded a fair opportunity of forming a 

 pretty correct idea of the gentry of the United States, 



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