to the boat, bid farewell to Canada. Before I leave the Great Falls, I may observe, that, having seen them from every accessible situation, I am satisfied that the best _general_ view of them is from the Table Rock; though the finest and most terrific view of the Horse-shoe falls is from the bridge on the north side of the island, and the line and periphery of the pitch is best seen from the precipice of the island. Below, all is roar and deafening sound, while the spray, constantly rising, obscures in a great measure the sight. Manchester is one of the finest water-powers upon earth. Several manufactories are already established, and more are building. While seated on a bench, taking my last look of the Falls, "Farewell," said I, "magnificently grand and awfully sublime Niagara; although I never shall never behold thee more, yet will the appearance of thy remarkable visage, and the thunder of thy agitated waters, never be forgotten while existence remains." And the reflection of having seen one of the grandest works that nature's God ever produced, will be at least comfortable. I arose, ascended the summit, and left the scene. _Extract No. 8_ I had left Niagara on the afternoon of the 13th, and took stage for Lewistown, distance seven miles, fare thirty seven cents. After leaving this place, you pass near by the great gulf, which is torn from a level country to an immense depth, all the way to Lewistown. Its course is very winding, and the rapidity of the current is wonderful. There is no doubt in my mind but that the original scite of this huge water-fall was at the latter town, for here terminates very abruptly the high table land through which this deep-cut is rent and torn. The country between these two places is level--and nothing more can be said in its favor. The road is intolerable, and the people look savage. Just before we arrived at Lewistown, as I observed before, we descended a very high hill, down which the road is truly dangerous, and at whose base the town is handsomely situated. On the Canada side, directly opposite, is Queenstown, full in view. It forms a pretty cluster of houses, all built since the late war, as the town was burnt by the British, as well as Buffalo. From the inn at which we stopped is a fine view of the colossal monument of General Brock, situated on the heights of Queenstown. It is formed of a round column, rising 130 feet high, terminated by an appropriate emblem. It is erected within a few rods of the spot where this brave officer fell, and must have cost no small trifle to the king.