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tion which towering cliffs and shadowed caverns 
cannot rival. Here a chasm opens in the granite 
wall upon our right, and another foam-white 
stream comes dashing down to mingle its roaring 
flood with that beside us. The low thunder of 
a waterfall is in our ears, and a few rods up the* 
new canon a miniature Niagara is pouring its 
rainbow-touched waters into a rocky basin. 
A few minutes’ clamber over the sharp stones, 
and we stand where the moss is always green, 
drenched by its ever-falling spray. 
How the cool air and pine-scented shadows 
invite us to rest ! Who could imagine a shower 
of literal pearls and diamonds would look half so 
beautiful as the myriad drops into which that 
sheet of water is breaking as it falls ! Into what 
fine mist the particles are shattered as they strike 
the rock in the stream below ! How, as the angry 
waves shake off the falling hail of brilliants, this 
spray rises, and, catching the sunbeams, holds 
that bit of rainbow in its midst! It is exqui- 
site ! With such a scene of the mountain Genii’s 
enchanted play before our eyes, what care we for 
miles more of frowning precipices and ever-vary- 
ing green-wreathed cliffs ! When the twilight 
peoples with mysterious shadows every cavern, 
rift and fir-fringed dell among the rocks, we will 
retrace our steps, and hope to hear in dreams, 
through all the coming years, the sublime music 
