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1st Month, 12th. On a retrospect of my tra- vels in this continent, I could not avoid recalling to mind the beauty and grandeur of the surround-ing scenery, which I have so often admired; whe- ther in looking down from the Allegany Mountains upon vast forests, extending, on every hand, as far as the eye can reach; or in wandering along the banks of those extensive lakes in the Genessee Country, and Upper Canada, in the midst of which, the stupendous cataract of Niagara stuns the ear. Equally impressive was the scene in sailing on those majestic rivers, the Delaware, the Hudson, the Patowmack, or the Susquehanna, whose ever-varying banks open prospects extremely wild and beautiful; or in traversing those almost boundless forests which still remain in an unculti-vated state, where I often beheld the native Indian families rambling in search of game. In all these changing scenes, however striking and impressive, the recollection of my near connexions at home was almost ever with me; and the remembrance of these tender ties induced a short address to my wife and family, which led me to exhibit the ef- fects of divine love in a few additional stanzas. Though they may have little to recommend them, I insert the lines in this place:-- Tho far divided, still I feel thee near, And oft, on thee, remembrance loves to dwell, As on a friend well tried, and doubly dear, Whose worth my heart can better feel than tell.