To my mind,there is not a more romantic place in the world than that narrow strip of woodland that stretches along the banks of the outlet of the greatest chain of inland water in the world.
        From its source to the distance of twenty miles, the Niagara flows on with lake-like placidness.Suddenly its waters separate at the head of a green island,and each portion taking a different course at length dashes wildly over a perpendicular descent of one-hundred and sixty feet into a narrow rocky channel skirted with dark thick woods of evergreen.
        Here again it resumes its former serenity for a short distance when it bursts forth with more than ordinary fury,and rushes over the vast rocks that lie in its bed. From this point the river rushes with increasing velocity, its white waves rising higher and higher,and becoming brighter and more sparkling. In this way it pursues its onward course for a distance of four miles,when its waters again become smooth and unruffled as at its source. Here the narrow turbulent channel widens into a calm and peaceful river and thus the Niagara flows silently on till it mingles its waves with those of Ontario
        To give a detailed description of all the various points of interest that ? the banks of this beautiful stream would require a far more romantic pen than mine.By many they are looked upon with fear and turned from with a shudder.They may have heard how fatal have been those flashing waves that look so bright  and sparkling in the sunlight. But to a true lover of the grand and sublime in nature they must seem to pour from the hollow hand of the All-Powerful and the rainbow of promise must seem to have been set by His hand on the cataract's misty cloud..
        There comes over one a calmer and stronger feeling to steal at nightfall away from the voice of the present world to that stronger voice of God in the cataract while the harvest sun is casting its last faint rays over the long reach of woodland and bathing the giddy whirling rapids in splendor. Stroll over the quaking bridge that seems to tremble with every motion of the water as it splashes against its sides and you find yourself under the giant-like trees of the island and close to the edge of what is called the "'British Falls" thence go out of what at first sight a little ruined tower but which is founded on a rock that will probably endure to many future ages.
        On looking from the tower, the heavy masses of water below and either side look like sheets of emerald, when the last stream of fading sunlight is playing across them and lighting up the depths below with clouds of spray.
        Remain in the enchanted spot till the shades of night begin to deepen and the moon comes out through the clouds and braids her fantastic bow upon the waters , be charmed with the scene, if you do not feel better and wiser for it. The solemn darkness has a sofrening influence;tends to dispel the gloomy thoughts that lie heavily on the heart and the mighty voice of the great fall itself seems to echo a response to the voice of your own nobler impulses.
        Leaving with regret and now and then turning to take a last lingering look at the great waterfall and proceeding farther down the river new interests are awakened. Sometheing before you looks like a mere wire thrown across the river; it proves to be rather a combination of wires,huges pillars and cables.constructed in the form of a bridge,nearly two-hundred feet above the water and joining two of the greatest nations in the world.
        To contrast this noble work of man with that of God would be but a mockery,since we know it is from nature alone that man is inspired to great works.
        Not far from this grand structure we come to that part of the river which posesses a peculiar interest from the fact that not many years have elapsed since its banks at this point were the scene of battle and bloodshed and made desolate by the ravages of war and oppression. Many a spot on the banks of the Niagara has been made sacred by the burial of a soldier. Its waters have been dyed by the blood of brave men who fell while fighting in defence of that liberty and whose rights that had been denied them and yet the careless pleasure seeker while roaming along its banks does not think for one moment that he is treading on consecrated ground over the heads of slumbering multidudes wrapt in the last sleep.
        Fitting resting place for the brave-where in the wide world could have been found a more appropriate one than the bank of such a river as this with the tall pines waving over them like monuments of their ?, and the loud rumbling of the waters below chanting a perpetual requiem to their memory.