The general architecture of the United States cannot pretend, of course, to vie with that of older countries; yet, taken in connexion with the beautiful position of the towns, no drawing will be found deficient in beauty, while many of the public buildings especially are, as works of art, well worthy the draughtman’s notice. The curiosity now generally excited with regard to this country, by its own progress, and by the late numerous books of travels, will throw a sufficient interest around every point that the pencil could present. ——“The green land of groves, the beautiful waste, Nurse of full streams, and lifter up of proud Sky-mingling mountains that o’erlook the cloud. Erewhile, where yon gay spires their brightness rear, Trees waved, and the brown hunter’s shouts were loud Amid the forest; and the bounding deer Fled at the glancing plume, and the gaunt wolf yell’d near. “And where his willing waves yon bright blue bay Sends up, to kiss his decorated brim, And cradles, in his soft embrace, the gay Young group of grassy islands born of him, And, crowding nigh, or in the distance dim, Lifts the white throng of sails, that bear or bring The commerce of the world;—with tawny limb, And belt and beads in sunlight glistening, The savage urged his skiff like wild bird on the wing. * * * * * * * * * * “Look now abroad—another race has fill’d These populous borders—wide the wood recedes, And towns shoot up, and fertile realms are till’d; The land is full of harvests and green meads; Streams numberless, that many a fountain feeds, Shine, disembower’d, and give to sun and breeze Their virgin waters; the full region leads New colonies forth, that toward the western seas Spread, like a rapid flame, among the autumnal trees. * * * * * * * * * * “But thou, my country, thou shalt never fall, But with thy children—thy maternal care, Thy lavish love, thy blessing shower’d on all— These are thy fetters—seas and stormy air Are the wide barrier of thy borders, where Among thy gallant sons that guard thee well, Thou laugh’st at enemies: who shall then declare The date of thy deep-founded strength, or tell How happy, in thy lap, the sons of men shall dwell.”—BRYANT. [Illustration] NIAGARA FALLS, FROM THE FERRY. * * * * *