EPISTLE IX. TO THE LADY CHARLOTTE RWD-N. FROM THE BANKS OF THE ST. LAWRENCE. NOT There listening, Lady! while thy lip hath sung 1 Avendo essi per costume di avere in veneratione gli alberi grandi & antichi, quasi che siano spesso ricettacoli di anime beate. Pietro della Valle, Part. Second. Lettera 16 da i giardini di Sciraz. On every mellow'd number! proud to feel In musing awe; should tread this wondrous world, In one vast volume down Niagara's steep2, 2 When I arrived at Chippewa, within three miles of the Falls, it was too late to think of visiting them that evening, and I lay awake all night with the sound of the cataract in my ears. The day following I consider as a kind of era in my life, and the first glimpse which I caught of those wonderful Falls gave me a feeling which nothing in this world can ever excite again. To Colonel Brock, of the 49th, who commanded at the Fort, I am particularly indebted for his kindness to me during the fortnight I remained at Niagara. Among many pleasant days, which I passed with him and his brother-officers, that of our visit to the Tuscarora Indians was not the least Where the blue hills of old Toronto shed But soft!—the tinges of the west decline, interesting. They received us in all their ancient costume; the young men exhibited for our amusement, in the race, the bat-game, &c. while the old and the women sat in groups under the surrounding trees, and the picture altoge ther was as beautiful as it was new to me. And I can trace him, like a watery star3, Where yon rough rapids sparkle through the night! From the clime of sacred doves", 3 Anburey, in his Travels, has noticed this shooting illumination which the porpoises diffuse at night through the St. Lawrence. Vol. i. p. 29. The glass-snake is brittle and transparent. 5 «The departed spirit goes into the Country of Souls, where, according to some, it is transformed into a dove." Charlevoix, upon the Traditions and the Religion of the Savages of Canada. See the curious fable of the American Orpheus in Lafitau, Tom. i. p. 402. "The mountains appeared to be sprinkled with white stones, which Which the eye of morning counts Where the wave, as clear as dew, Sleeps beneath the light canoe, Which, reflected, floating there, Looks, as if it hung in air! Then, when I have stray'd awhile Swift upon the purple plume glistened in the sun, and were called by the Indians manetoe aseniah, or spiritstones." Mackenzie's Journal. 7 I was thinking here of what Carver says so beautifully in his description of one of these lakes. "When it was calm, and the sun shone bright, I could sit in my canoe, where the depth was upwards of six fathoms, and plainly see huge piles of stone at the bottom, of different shapes, some of which appeared as if they had been hewn; the water was at this time as pure and transparent as air, and my canoe seemed as if it hung suspended in that element. It was impossible to look attentively through this limpid medium, at the rocks below, without finding, before many minutes were elapsed, your head swim and your eyes no longer able to behold the dazzling scene." 8 Après avoir traversé plusieurs isles peu considérables, nous en trouvames le quatrième jour une fameuse nommée l'Isle de Manitoualin. Voyages du Baron de Lahontan, Tom. i. Lett. 15. Manataulin signifies a Place of Spirits, and this island in Lake Huron is held sacred by the Indians. |