the gray but transparent evening rather shaded than obscured the scene, leaving its stronger features visible, and even improved by the medium through which i beheld them. the volume of water is not very great, nor the roar deep enough to be termed grand, though such praise might have been appropriate before the good people of rochester had abstracted a part of the unprofitable sublimity of the cascade. the genesee has contributed so bountifully to their canals and mill-dams, that it approaches the precipice with diminished pomp, and rushes over it in foamy streams of various width, leaving a broad face of the rock insulated and unwashed, between the two main branches of the falling river. still it was an impressive sight, to one who had not seen niagara. i confess, however, that my chief interest arose from a legend, connected with these falls, which will become poetical in the lapse of years, and was already so to me as i pictured the catastrophe out of dusk and solitude. it was from a platform, raised over the naked island of the cliff, in the middle of the cataract that sam patch took his last leap, and alighted in the other world. strange as it may appear,—that any uncertainty should rest upon his fate which was consummated in the sight of thousands,—many will tell you that the illustrious patch concealed himself in a cave under the falls, and has continued to enjoy posthumous renown, without foregoing the comforts of this present life. but the poor fellow prized the shout of the multitude too much not to have claimed it at the instant, had he survived. he will not be seen again, unless his ghost, in such a twilight as when i was there, should emerge from the foam, and vanish among the shadows that fall from cliff to cliff.

how stern a moral may be drawn from the story of poor sam patch! why do we call him a madman or a fool, when he has left his memory around the falls of the genesee, more permanently than if the letters of his name had been hewn into the forehead of the precipice?

was the leaper of cataracts more mad or foolish than other men who throw away life, or misspend it in pursuit of empty fame, and seldom so triumphantly as he? that which he won is as invaluable as any except the unsought glory, spreading like the rich perfume of richer fruit from various and useful deeds.

thus musing, wise in theory, but practically as great a fool as sam, i lifted my eyes and beheld the spires, warehouses, and dwellings of rochester, half a mile distant on both sides of the river, indistinctly cheerful, with the twinkling of many lights amid the fall of the evening.

the town had sprung up like a mushroom, but no presage of decay could be drawn from its hasty growth. its edifices are of dusky brick, and of stone that will not be grayer in a hundred years than now; its churches are gothic; it is impossible to look at its worn pavements and conceive how lately the forest leaves have been swept away. the most ancient town in massachusetts appears quite like an affair of yesterday, compared with rochester. its attributes of youth are the activity and eager life with which it is redundant. the whole street, sidewalks and centre, was crowded with pedestrians, horsemen, stage-coaches, gigs, light wagons, and heavy ox-teams, all hurrying, trotting, rattling, and rumbling, in a throng that passed continually, but never passed away. here, a country wife was selecting a churn from several gayly painted ones on the sunny sidewalk; there, a farmer was bartering his produce; and, in two or three places, a crowd of people were showering bids on a vociferous auctioneer. i saw a great wagon and an ox-chain knocked off to a very pretty woman. numerous were the lottery offices,—those true temples of mammon,—where red and yellow bills offered splendid fortunes to the world at large, and banners of painted cloth gave notice that the "lottery draws next wednesday." at the ringing of a bell, judges, jurymen, lawyers, and clients, elbowed each other to the court-house, to busy themselves with cases that would doubtless illustrate the state of society, had i the means of reporting them. the number of public houses benefited the flow of temporary population; some were farmer's taverns,—cheap, homely, and comfortable; others were magnificent hotels, with negro waiters, gentlemanly landlords in black broad-cloth, and foppish bar-keepers in broadway coats, with chased gold watches in their waistcoat-pockets. i caught one of these fellows quizzing me through an eye-glass. the porters were lumbering up the steps with baggage from the packet boats, while waiters plied the brush on dusty travellers, who, meanwhile, glanced over the innumerable advertisements in the daily papers.

in short, everybody seemed to be there, and all had something to do, and were doing it with all their might, except a party of drunken recruits for the western military posts, principally irish and scotch, though they wore uncle sam's gray jacket and trousers. i noticed one other idle man. he carried a rifle on his shoulder and a powder-horn across his breast, and appeared to stare about him with confused wonder, as if, while he was listening to the wind among the forest boughs, the hum and bustle of an instantaneous city had surrounded him.