seemed enraged at the resistance which they met, while the rocks themselves groaned at the rencounter as if fearful of being shaken from their solid foundations. Here was a place for melancholy, and a mind like yours would have held a revelry with the wildness of the scene. My curiosity to witness the onset of the waters, prompted me to venture too near them, as I found by a salute, not very friendly, that left me in rather a moist condition; but although experience is the best school, yet forgetting myself, I was again reminded that being but a spectator, it would be well to retire from the influence of the battle shock. [Footnote 3: Alludes to a jeu d' esprit poem.] * * * * * This ceremony over, we turned our faces homewards, but stopped for a moment on the way to take a peep at the Superior. This was so pleasing that I felt no disposition to quit it, and continued my way over the rocks, until weariness alone induced me to return. My path was through a pleasant wood, and as I was loitering along, I was startled by the report of a gun, repeated three or four times in quick succession; and upon making up to the place from whence the sound proceeded, found that two of the men had been sent out to search for the supposed lost one. The wind had abated, and we left our camp as the sun began to dip below the horizon. The rest of my story I hope to have the pleasure of communicating to you by word of mouth. You will not probably hear from us again until our arrival at the Sault. In the meantime remember me to William, and the young gentlemen of your household. M. L. W. GREECE. "Amphyction erected a Temple at Athens in honor of the Hours, in which those citizens who knew the value of time and opportunity habitually offered their sacrifices." "To the Temple of the Hours! Let us early pay the vow; Aurora's bright and blushing kiss is on Hymettus' brow-- And the Hours, that lead the dapple morn thro' trembling rays of light, Glance tow'rds the past eternity, with pinions stretch'd for flight. "To the Temple of the Hours! Deeper grows the orient blush, The light shafts of the polished Fane reflect the rosy flush; While dews are on the cypress bough and blooming myrtle spray, A sacrifice, as fresh and fair, we'll on their altar lay. {172} "With offering we'll propitiate--invoke with lyre and song-- And rich shall be the sacrifice--the music loud and long; Then, Hours, as lightly over us you wing your noiseless flight, Pour on our pathway, graciously, a flood of love and light." Thus Athens' sons. How vainly wise!--The scathing foot hath trod, Where many a costly Temple rose, to many an 'unknown God;' And Hours, with retribution fraught, on pinions bathed in woes, Long lingered where their beauteous Fane of tintless marble rose.