Carried away in memory, it hangs there in the lonely hall as a picture, and may some time do its message.

I trust it may be so in my case, for I _saw_ every object far more clearly than if I had been moved and filled with the presence, and my recollections are equally distinct and vivid." Extracted from Manuscript Notes of this Journey left by Margaret Fuller .-- ED.] I will here add a brief narrative of the experience of another, as being much better than anything I could write, because more simple and individual.
"Now that I have left this 'Earth-wonder,' and the emotions it excited are past, it seems not so much like profanation to analyze my feelings, to recall minutely and accurately the effect of this manifestation of the Eternal.

But one should go to such a scene prepared to yield entirely to its influences, to forget one's little self and one's little mind.

To see a miserable worm creep to the brink of this falling world of waters, and watch the trembling of its own petty bosom, and fancy that this is made alone to act upon him excites--derision?
No,--pity." As I rode up to the neighborhood of the falls, a solemn awe imperceptibly stole over me, and the deep sound of the ever-hurrying rapids prepared my mind for the lofty emotions to be experienced.

When I reached the hotel, I felt a strange indifference about seeing the aspiration of my life's hopes.