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WANDERINGS IN 



FouKTH grounds behind Utica, I could not look down upon the 



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city without thinking of Cato and his misfortunes. Had 



the town been called Crofton, or Warmfield, or Dews- 

 bury, there would have been nothing remarkable in it ^ 

 but Utica at once revived the scenes at school long past 

 and half forgotten, and carried me with full speed back 

 again to Italy, and from thence to Africa. I crossed the 

 Rubicon with Csesar ; fought at Pharsalia ; saw poor 

 Pompey into Larissa, and tried to wrest the fatal sword 

 from Cato's hand in Utica. AVhen I perceived he was no 

 more, I mourned over the noble-minded man who took that 

 part which he thought would most benefit his country. 

 There is something magnificent in the idea of a man 

 taking by choice the conquered side. The Roman gods 

 themselves did otherwise. 



" Victrix causa Diis placuit^ sed victa Catoni." 



" In this did Cato with the Gods divide, 



They chose the conquering, lie the conquer'd side." 



Pace of the The wholc of the country from Utica to Buffalo i» 

 country. pjeasiug ; and the intervening of the inland lakes, large 

 and deep and clear, adds considerably to the elfect.. 

 The spacious size of the inns, their excellent provisions, 

 and the attention which the traveller receives in going 

 from Albany to Bufiiilo, must at once convince him that 

 this coimtry is very much visited by strangers ; and he 

 will draw the conclusion that there must be something in 



