Journey to Niagara--Hudson--West Point--Hyde Park-- Albany--Yankees--Trenton Falls--Rochester-- Genesee Falls--Lockport How quickly weeks glide away in such a city as New York, especially when you reckon among your friends some of the most agreeable people in either hemisphere.

But we had still a long journey before us, and one of the wonders of the world was to be seen.
On the 30th of May we set off for Niagara.

I had heard so much of the surpassing beauty of the North River, that I expected to be disappointed, and to find reality flat after description.

But it is not in the power of man to paint with a strength exceeding that of nature, in such scenes as the Hudson presents.

Every mile shows some new and startling effect of the combination of rocks, trees, and water; there is no interval of flat or insipid scenery, from the moment you enter upon the river at New York, to that of quitting it at Albany, a distance of 180 miles.
For the first twenty miles the shore of New Jersey, on the left, offers almost a continued wall of trap rock, which from its perpendicular form, and lineal fissures, is called the Palisados.
This wall sometimes rises to the height of a hundred and fifty feet, and sometimes sinks down to twenty.