timulated by that wondrous first
vision, they will tide over that spiritually barren period which many
know until the marvel of the Falls begins to "grow on them."

The Prince came from Hamilton to Niagara somewhere very close to
midnight on Saturday, the 18th. He was carried through the dark town
and country to the house of one of the Falls Commissioners. From here,
through a filigree of trees and leaves, he could look across the
smoking gorge to the Falls on the American side. Batteries of great
arc lights, focused and hidden cunningly, shone upon the curtain of
white and tumbling waters, and upon the strong, black mass of Goat
Island, that is perched like a diver eternally hesitant on the very
brink of the two-hundred-foot plunge.

The ghostly beauty of the falling water through the light, now a solid
and tremendous curve, now broken into filaments and zigzag whorls, now
veiled by the upward drift of the gossamer spray, held the Prince's
gaze for some time. But even that beauty was transcended. He himself
pressed an electric switch, and the grand curve of the Canadian
Horseshoe blazed fully alight for the first time in their history, and
though from this position this could not be fully seen, this new
addition of light gave the whole mass before his eyes an additional
loveliness.

From this point the Prince motored through the town to the splendid
wide promenade that borders the Canadian side of the gorge, and spent
half an hour watching the fascinating play of falling water and spray
in the narrow cauldron of the Horseshoe.

He stood a foot away from the point where the water leaps in its
magnificent and enigmatic curve into the tortured pool below. Green at
the curve, the water is a mass of curdled white in the strong lights as
it falls. Beneath, the face of the water is a passionate surface of
whirlpools and eddies and tossing whiteness. From the tremendous
impact of the drop a column of spray shoots and curls high up in the
air. It towers quite six hundred feet above the surface of the water,
and it is hard to believe that enduring mass of spray comes from the
fall; in the distance one is convinced that it is steam arising from
some big factory.

On the next day (Sunday) the Prince saw the Falls in their every phase.
He walked up-stream above the Horseshoe to where the Niagara River
jostles down over a series of ledges in the grand and angry Canadian
Rapids, a sight as tumultuous and as thrilling i