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fourth banks of the St. Lawrence recalled to her mind the 
JOURNEY. , . 
remembrance ot spots once interesting to her: 
“ The lovely daughter,—lovelier in her tears, 
The fond companion 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 Ticonderago. 
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 hoary moulder’d walls. 
But time has seen, that lifts the low 
And level lays the lofty 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 
remarkably spacious and well attended; and the con- 
Saratoga. veyance 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 uncommonly 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 
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