r two other travellers, however, have mentioned
Niagara; and Miselle refrains from expressing more than her thanks for
the kindness which enabled her to fulfil her darling wish of standing
behind the great fall on the Canada side.

Truly, it is no empty boast that places Americans preeminent over the
men of every other nation in their courtesy to women; and Miselle would
fain most gratefully acknowledge the constant attention and kindness
everywhere offered to her, while never once was she annoyed by obtrusive
or unwelcome approach; and not the vast resources of her country, not
the grandeur of Niagara, give her such pride and satisfaction as does
the new knowledge she has gained of her countrymen.

THE SPANIARDS' GRAVES

AT THE ISLES OF SHOALS.

O sailors, did sweet eyes look after you,
The day you sailed away from sunny Spain?
Bright eyes that followed fading ship and crew,
Melting in tender rain?

Did no one dream of that drear night to be,
Wild with the wind, fierce with the stinging snow,
When, on yon granite point that frets the sea,
The ship met her death-blow?

Fifty long years ago these sailors died:
(None know how many sleep beneath the waves:)
Fourteen gray headstones, rising side by side,
Point out their nameless graves,--

Lonely, unknown, deserted, but for me,
And the wild birds that flit with mournful cry,
And sadder winds, and voices of the sea
That moans perpetually.

Wives, mothers, maidens, wistfully, in vain
Questioned the distance for the yearning sail,
That, leaning landward, should have stretched again
White arms wide on the gale,

To bring back their beloved. Year by year,
Weary they watched, till youth and beauty passed,
And lustrous eyes grew dim, and age drew near,
And hope was dead at last.

Still summer broods o'er that delicious land,
Rich, fragrant, warm with skies of golden glow:
Live any yet of that forsaken band
Who loved so long ago?

O Spanish women, over the far seas,
Could I but show you where your dead repose!
Could I send tidings on this northern breeze,
That strong and steady blows!

Dear dark-eyed sist