"I don't know as to that," replied the boy, pocketing the shilling: "those that have much character can do as they please, but I have so little, that I set a high price on it." The carriage was now ready in which Mrs. Barton was to proceed, and her friends saw her depart cheered and comforted by their kindness, and themselves enriched by the opportunity they had improved of imitating our heavenly Benefactor by 'raising the sinking heart, and strengthening the knees that were ready to fail.' After our travellers were again on their way, Mr. Morris said he did not at all like Tristram's look, when he said Goody Barton would remember him the next time she felt the weight of her wallet. "The little rascal said too, that he had changed his mind, and was going back to the States--putting that and that together, I am afraid his evil fingers have been inside the poor woman's bundle." Julia was sure he could not be so wicked--she had herself observed the bundle, and that it was very nicely sewed. Mrs. Sackville hoped and believed that there was no harm done to the poor woman's property; and the concern of the party for their protegee, gradually gave place to their admiration of the beauties of their ride, and the animated expectation of seeing the Falls. Edward declared that his ears already began to tingle,--and after they passed Chippewa, Julia resolutely shut her eyes, for fear of having the first impression weakened by the imperfect glimpses that could be caught of the cataract from the road. * * * * * We hope our young readers do not think us so presumptuous as to attempt to give them a description of the Falls of Niagara; one of the sublimest spectacles with which this fair earth is embellished. Neither can we attempt to define the emotions of our travellers. We find in Edward's and Julia's journals, noted with an accuracy and taste that does them great credit, all the constituent parts of this great whole--a poet or a painter might perhaps weave them into a beautiful picture. The vehement dashing of the rapids--the sublime falls--the various hues of the mass of waters--the snowy whiteness, and the deep bright green--the billowy spray that veils in deep obscurity the depths below--the verdant island that interposes between the two falls, half veiled in a misty mantle, and placed there, it would seem, that the eye and the spirit may repose on it--the little island on the brink of the American fall, that looks amidst the commotion of the waters like the sylvan vessel of a woodland nymph gaily sailing onward; or as if the wish of the Persian girl were realized, and the 'little isle _had_ wings;'--a thing of life and motion that the spirit of the waters had inspired.