Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1858-02-25
Niagara Falls.

A contributor has furnished us with the
following sketch of Niagara Falls:
Imagine yourself in the region Of the
great fills. Survey them from above, from
below. and from either side. In the midst
of that magnificent panorama stands Goat
! Island, anchored to earth's center, and
from age to age presents its calm and pa
tient brow to The downcoming floods; and
with apparent ease, sends their strong, fu-
rious, rushing waters-these toward the
American, and those toward the Canadian
shores. Upon its edge, just where the
parted waters, sweeping inward. iush to-
ward the trembling precipice's brink, there
stands Tower
From that lone, trembling tower, look
southwark; thence come the waters in their
might, as if sea, in some far off region,
beyond ken, (whose fountains who shall
tell?) had suddenly burst its barrier, and
from its fulnesss and exhaustless stores,
roured down those ceaseless floods. Re-
joicing in freedom, on they come; and,
heaving and surging, and rolling and tum-
bling, and leaping and dashiny, and toss
ing and splashing, for miles in extent, rag
ing and framing, they fill the whole region
with widest commotion. Then gathering
strength, and exulting in power; resistless.
they hasten and rush to the verge of that
awful gulf.
own, down, they plunge, through mist,
and foam, with deafenng roar, into the
abyss below. The secrets of that dread
unfathomable gulf, no tongue can tell, no
pen describe. Clustering beneath that
whelming tide, their glories or their ter
rors are forever yelled from our too curious
eyes.
The scene is grand beyond description.
Language cannot compass it. Word pic
lures here were impotent. Here, an Irving,
"a Scott. or even Byron. must needs fail.
Ii were equally vain to attempt t. set forth
ones emotions; but blessed is the man, or
woman ether, who sees what L saw, hears
what heard, or feels what | have felt
standing amidst the rush, and roar, and
foam. and mist. with rainbows crowned; in
the majestic and awful presence of the
mighty Niagara--may not say in the i'm
mediate presence-nay. face TO face with
the Omnipotent? The ground on which
you tread the rock. the earth itself, seems
to tremble in awe of Him, as if they sure
ly knew their sovereign Lord was near.
The contemplation Of the sublime and
moving pectacle--forever changing, yet
the same forever--calls forth correspond
ing depth and strength and fervor of emo
tions. Transported with the view. We are
lost in wonder, admiration, reverence, de-
votion, love. From admiration of the vis-
ible. we easily pass to the worship of the
Invisible--the Great, the Good, the form
ing. moving, controlling spinit-Go1.
Thoughts crowd upon my brain; they
jostle each other, and no one gets fit utter
ance. MY Father" thought l, 'work
eth hitherto" and sure He worketh here.
But no more truly here than everywhere.
1.-The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the fifmament showeth His handi
work." 1.-The earth is the Lords and the
fulness thereof; the sea is His, and He
made it; and His hands prepared the dry
land.'
Ages ago. the Omni6c word went forth,
and. deep down upon the oceans bed, forth
with the grains and PARTICLES Of which the
rocks are made, came trooping, and in or
der moved, each to its appropriate place.
So each layer was formed. The layers
themselves are but the records Of success
i've ages.
In His own time. the same Omni6c
word, from the broad bosom of the deep,
upheaves to view, His finished work; and
10! an island or continent is born. He
moulds aud shapes the mountains; He
scoops out the vallies; He opes His foun-
tains. and from copious stores, forth gush
the waters; aud from many a hill sido and
from many rill, the sparkling streamlet
and the babbling brook begin their glad Ca
reer.
Mightiest rivers, ministers of His, go
forch to do his pleasure; and, in their
ceaseless flow, are but the messengers OF
His love and power.
Ages on ages. since the fight of years
began, when men were not, the stars look
ed down on those pouring foods as they do
now. Generations shall come and GO; ages
on ages more shall pass away; still, on they
come; and pouring still with unabated
strength When will their pouring cease!
When will those waters restl 1o! God is
here, and in symbols mete proclaims His
own eternity, not less than His OmniPo-
tence. SPECTATOR.
SOMEBODY describes the absurd appear
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