This gentleman's attempts at wit are very poor, and in his efforts at the sublime he very often treads on the ridiculous; as when Niagara is said
—to chronicle the age's back,
And 'notch' his centuries in the eternal rocks.
But the man has an eye for scenery, and possesses a sort of Wordsworthian power, which will find many objects in America. Its beautiful and glorious landscapes — its sights by mountain, flood, and fell — its magnificent bays, and sweet rivers — its peculiar paysage — its woods, and their inhabitants, human and brute, have never been sung. The great Laker is wanting there, and where would he find such lakes and waters? I recommend this track of literature to Mr. Brainard.