CHAPTER I.
NIAGARA.
Niagara, June 10, 1843.
Since you are to share with me such foot-notes as may be made on the pages of my life during this summer's wanderings, I should not be quite silent as to this magnificent prologue to the, as yet, unknown drama.

Yet I, like others, have little to say, where the spectacle is, for once, great enough to fill the whole life, and supersede thought, giving us only its own presence.

"It is good to be here," is the best, as the simplest, expression that occurs to the mind.
We have been here eight days, and I am quite willing to go away.

So great a sight soon satisfies, making us content with itself, and with what is less than itself.

Our desires, once realized, haunt us again less readily.