ment. I might yet have known something like composure, but the very source of happiness was dried up the sensibilities of my nature were blunted the spring of the gentle affections flows no longer: apathy and despair are all that I can expect. Oh! could I feel as I have felt, or be what I have been, Or weep as I could once have wept o'er many a vanish'd scene; As springs, in deserts found, seem sweet, all brackish though they be, So, 'mid the wither'd waste of life, those tears would flow to me! THE FALLS OF OHIOPYLE. Go, where the water glideth gently ever, On the west of the Alleghany mountains rise the branches of the Youghiogeny river. The surrounding country is fertile and woody, and presents strong attractions for the sportsman, as does also the river, which abounds in fish. These were the principal considerations which induced me, in the autumn of the year 1812, to ramble forth with my dog and gun, amid uninhabited solitudes, almost unknown to human footstep, and where nothing is |