“Well，uponmyword，mydear，“hesaid，“Ithinkwe’vefallenprettylow。
　　I’veneverfeltsuchapoor，shabbyruffianbefore。Goodheavens！Tothinkofourimmortalsoulsbeingmovedtomirthbysuchathingasthis，——sostupid，sobarrenofallreasonoflaughter。Andthenthecrueltyofit！Whatferociousimbecilesweare！WhomhaveImarried？
　　Awomanwithneitherheartnorbrain！“
　　“OBasil，dear，payhimbackthemoney-do。“
　　“Ican’t。That’stheworstofit。He’smoneyenough，andmightjustlytakeoffense。Whatbreaksmyheartisthatwecouldhavethedepravitytosmileatthemistakeofafriendlessstranger，whosupposedhehadatlastmetwithanactofpurekindness。It’sathingtoweepover。Lookatthesegrinningwretches！Whatafiendisheffecttheirsmileshave，throughtheircindersandsweat！O，it’stheterribleweather；thedespotismofthedustandheat；thewickednessoftheinfernalair。Whatasqualidandloathsomecompany！“
　　AtBuffalo，wheretheyarrivedlate，theyfoundthemselveswithseveralhours’timeontheirhandsbeforethetrainstartedforNiagara，andinthefirstmomentsoftedium，Isabelforgotherselfintosaying，“Don’tyouthinkwe’dhavedonebettertogodirectlyfromRochestertotheFalls，insteadofcomingthisway？“
　　“Whycertainly。Ididn’tproposecomingthisway。“
　　“Iknowit，dear。Iwasonlyasking，“saidIsabel，meekly。“ButI
　　shouldthinkyou’dhavegenerosityenoughtotakealittleoftheblame，whenIwantedtocomeoutofaromanticfeelingforyou。“
　　Thisromanticfeelingreferredtothefactthat，manyyearsbefore，whenBasilmadehisfirstvisittoNiagara，hehadapproachedfromthewestbywayofBuffalo；andIsabel，whotenderlybegrudgedhishavingexistedbeforesheknewhim，andlongedtoallyherselfretrospectivelywithhispast，wasresolvedtodrawnearthegreatcataractbynootherroute。
　　Shefetchedalittlesighwhichmightmeantheweatherorhishard-
　　heartedness。Thesightouchedhim，andhesuggestedacarriage-ridethroughthecity；sheassentedwitheagerness，foritwaswhatshehadbeenthinkingof。Shehadneverseenalakesidecitybefore，andshewastakenbysurprise。“IfeverweleaveBoston，“shesaid，“wewillnotliveatRochester，asIthoughtlastnight；we’llcometoBuffalo。“Shefoundthattheplacehadallthepicturesquenessofasea-port，withouttheuglinessthatattendstherisingandfallingtides。Adeliciousfreshnessbreathedfromthelake，whichlyingsosmooth，fadedintotheskyatlast，withnolinebetweensharperthanthatwhichdividesdrowsingfromdreaming。Butthecolorwasthemostcharmingthing，thatdelicateblueofthelake，withoutthedepthofthesea-blue，butinfinitelysofterandlovelier。Thenearerexpansesrippledwithdaintywaves，silverandlucent；thefurtherlevelsmade，withthesun-dimmedsummersky，avaguehorizonofturquoiseandamethyst，litbythewhitesailsofships，andstainedbythesmokeofsteamers。
　　“Takemeawaynow，“saidIsabel，whenhereyeshadfeasteduponallthis，“anddon’tletmeseeanotherthingtillIgettoNiagara。Nothinglesssublimeisworthytheeyesthathavebeheldsuchbeauty。“
　　However，onthewaytoNiagarasheconsentedtoglimpsesoftheriverwhichcarriesthewatersofthelakefortheirmightyplunge，andwhichshowsitselfverynoblyfromtimetotimeasyoudrawtowardthecataract，withwoodedorcultivatedislands，andrichfarmsalongitslowshores，andatlastflashesupontheeyetheshiningwhiteoftherapids，——ahint，nomore，ofthesplendorandawfulnesstoberevealed。
　　VI。NIAGARA。
　　Asthetrainstopped，Isabel’sheartbeatwithachild-likeexultation，asIbelieveeveryone’sheartmustwhoisworthytoarriveatNiagara。
　　Shehadbeentryingtofancy，fromtimetotime，thatsheheardtheroarofthecataract，andnow，whenshealightedfromthecar，shewassuresheshouldhavehearditbutforthevulgarlittlenoisesthatattendthearrivaloftrainsatNiagaraaswellaseverywhereelse。“Nevermind，dearest；youshallbestunnedwithitbeforeyouleave，“promisedherhusband；and，notwhollydisconsolate，sherodethroughthequaintstreetsofthevillage，whereitremainsaquestionwhetherthelowlinessoftheshopsandprivatehousesmakesthehotelslooksovast，orthebignessofthehotelsdwarfsalltheotherbuildings。Theimmensecaravansariesswellingupfromamongthelittlebazaarswheretheysellfeatherfans，andminiaturebarkcanoes，andjarsandvasesandbraceletsandbroochescarvedoutofthelocalrocks，madeourfriendswiththeirtrunksveryconsciousoftheirdisproportiontotheaccommodationsofthesmallest。Theywerethesoleoccupantsoftheomnibus，andtheywereembarrassedtobereceivedattheirhotelwithaburstofminstrelsyfromawholebandofmusic。Isabelfeltthatasinglestringedinstrumentofsometimidnotewouldhavebeenenough；andBasilwasgoingtoexpresshisownmodestpreferenceforajew’s-harp，whenthemusicceasedwithasuddenclashofthecymbals。Butthenextmomentitburstoutwithfreshsweetness，andinalightingtheyperceivedthatanotheromnibushadturnedthecornerandwasdrawinguptothepillaredporticoofthehotel。Asmallfamilydismounted，andthefeetofthelasthadhardlytouchedthepavementwhenthemusicagainendedasabruptlyasthoseflourishesoftrumpetsthatusherplayer-kingsuponthestage。Isabelcouldnothelplaughingatthismelodiousparsimony。“Ihopetheydon’tletonthecataractandshutitoffinthisfrugalstyle；dothey，Basil？“sheasked，andpassedjestingthroughapompofunoccupiedportersandtallboys。Apparentlytherewerenotmanypeoplestoppingatthishotel，orelsetheywerealloutlookingattheFallsorconfinedtotheirrooms。However，ourtravellerstookinthealmostweirdemptinessoftheplacewiththeirusualgratitudetofortuneforallqueernessinlife，andfollowedtothepleasantquartersassignedthem。Therewastimebeforesupperforaglanceatthecataract，andafterabrieftoilettheysalliedoutagainupontheholidaystreet，withitsparadeofgaylittleshops，andthencepassedintothegrovebesidetheFalls，enjoyingateveryinstanttheirfeelingofarrivalatasublimedestination。
　　InthissenseNiagaradeservesalmosttorankwithRome，themetropolisofhistoryandreligion；withVenice，thechiefcityofsentimentandfantasy。Ineitheryouareatoncemadeathomebyaperceptionofitsgreatness，inwhichthereisnoqualityofaggression，astherealwaysseemstobeinminorplacesaswellasinminormen，andyougratefullyacceptitssublimityasafactinnowaycontrastingwithyourowninsignificance。
　　Ourfriendswerebesetofcoursebymanycarriage-drivers，whomtheyrepelledwiththekindlyfirmnessofexperiencedtravel。IsabelevenfeltacompassionforthesepoorfellowswhohadseenNiagarasomuchastohaveforgottenthatthefirsttimeonemustseeitaloneoronlywiththenextoffriendship。ShewasvolubleinherpityofBasilthatitwasnotasnewtohimastoher，tillbetweenthetreestheysawawhitecloudofspray，shotthroughandthroughwithsunset，rising，rising，andshefelthervoicesoftlyandsteadilybeatendownbythediapasonofthecataract。
　　IamnotsurebutthefirstemotiononviewingNiagaraisthatoffamiliarity。Everafter，itsstrangenessincreases；butinthatearliestmomentwhenyoustandbythesideoftheAmericanfall，andtakeinsomuchofthewholeasyourgiantscancompass，animpressionofhavingseenitoftenbeforeiscertainlyveryvivid。Thismaybeaneffectofthatgrandeurwhichputsyouatyoureaseinitspresence；butitalsoundoubtedlyresultsinpartfromlifelongacquaintancewitheveryvarietyoffutilepictureofthescene。Youhaveitsoutwardformclearlyinyourmemory；theshores，therapids，theislands，thecurveoftheFalls，andthestoutrainbowwithoneendrestingontheirtopandtheotherlostinthemiststhatrisefromthegulfbeneath。OnthewholeIdonotaccountthissortoffamiliarityamisfortune。Thesurpriseisnonethelessasurprisebecauseitiskepttillthelast，andthemarvel，makingitselffinallyfeltineverynerve，andnotatoncethroughasinglesense，allthemorefullypossessesyou。ItisasifNiagarareservedhermagnificence，andpreferredtowinyourheartwithherbeauty；andsoIsabel，whowasinstinctivelypreparedforthereverse，sufferedavaguedisappointment，foralittleinstant，asshelookedalongthevergefromthewaterthatcaressedtheshoreatherfeetbeforeitflungitselfdown，tothewoodedpointthatdividestheAmericanfromtheCanadianFall，beyondwhichshoweddimlythroughitsveilofgoldenandsilvermiststheemeraldwallofthegreatHorse-Shoe。“Howstillitis！“shesaid，amidsttheroarthatshookthegroundundertheirfeetandmadetheleavestrembleoverhead，and“Howlonesome！“amidstthepeopleloungingandsaunteringaboutineverydirectionamongthetrees。Infactthatprodigiouspresencedoesmakeasolitudeandsilenceroundeveryspiritworthytoperceiveit，anditgivesakindofdignitytoallitsbelongings，sothattherocksandpebblesinthewater’sedge，andtheweedsandgrassesthatnodaboveit，haveavaluefarbeyondthatofsuchcommonthingselsewhere。InalltheaspectsofNiagarathereseemsagravesimplicity，whichisperhapsareflectionofthespectator’ssoulforonceutterlydismantledofaffectationandconvention。Inthevulgarreactionfromthis，youareofcourseastrivial，ifyoulike，atNiagara，asanywhere。
　　SlowlyIsabelbecameawarethatthesacredgrovebesidethefallwasprofanedbysomeverycommonpresencesindeed，thattossedbitsofstoneandsticksintotheconsecratedwaters，andstruggledforhandkerchiefsandfans，andhereandthereputtheirarmsabouteachother’swaists，andmadeashowoflaughingandjoking。Theywereapicnicpartyofrude，sillyfolksoftheneighborhood，andshestoodponderingtheminsadwonderifanythingcouldbeworse，whensheheardavoicesayingtoBasil，“Takeyounext，Sir？Plentyoflightyet，andthewind’sdowntheriver，sothespraywon’tinterfere。Makeacapitalpictureofyou；
　　fallsinthebackground。“Itwasthelocalphotographerurgingthemtosucceedtheyoungcouplehehadjustposedatthebrink:thegentlemanwassittingdown，withhislegscrossedandhishandselegantlydisposed；
　　theladywasstandingathisside，withonearmthrownlightlyacrosshisshoulder，whilewiththeotherhandshethrusthiscaneintotheground；
　　youcouldseeitwasgoingtobeasplendidphotograph。
　　Basilthankedtheartist，andIsabelsaid，trustingasusualtohissympathyforperceptionofhertrainofthought，“Well，I’llnevertrytobehigh-strungagain。Butshouldn’tyouhavethought，dearest，thatI
　　mightexpecttobehigh-strungwithsuccessatNiagaraifanywhere？“
　　Shepassivelyfollowedhimintothelong，queer，downward-slopingedificeontheborderofthegrove，unflinchinglymountedthecarthatstoodready，anddescendedtheincline。Emergingintothelightagain，shefoundherselfatthefootofthefallbywhosetopshehadjuststood。