where the spruce and cedar rise majestically in these venerable woods, the graceful poplar waves on high its emerald plumes and fights its battles with the howling storm, whilst over the precipitous and jagged rocks the scarcely-waving pine fills the brown shade with religious awe. The birch springs from an earth carpeted with moss, and shines like magnificent silver columns, supporting diadems of golden autumnal leaves, amidst the redolent purple-berried juniper and azure turpentines of these humid dells and forests.
After a (lay's journey through these primeval scenes, we reached the banks of me river Arcs-A-plats, where innumerable torrents rush headlong with a thousand mazes from the mountain's brow, and in their union form this noble
From afar is heard the deafening and continuous sound of its own lashings, as it traverses a rocky bed with extraordinary rapidity. We crossed the river in order to
attempt the passage of another defile; still more wonderful, where the waters of the Vermilion have forced an opening. re, everything strikes the eye; all is wild sublimity in this profound but turbulent solitude. Projecting mountains the like holy towns where man might commune with the sky - terrible precipices }rang in fragments overhead - the astounding noise of the deep-tongued naves, in their tinconfined flow, resembles that of the angry tempest, sweeping wild and free, like the spirit of liberty. Now the bre
ing waves play low upon the rock-ribbed beach, and madly plunge into an abyss - anon it returns foaming try its sedgy bed, apparently sporting with the sedges for diversion - falling from slope to slope, from cascade to cascade, passing in its course a long train of rapids - nom, concealing itself under the tufted foliage of cedar and pine - again pouting its brilliant and crystalline -waters into a capacious basin, as if to take breath before quitting the ravine, and finally precipitating its wandering course with renovated vigor.
From this almost impenetrable forest issues a harmonious