famous clipper ship Nightingale taking the Peace Congress to London, had failed, and the passengers, after having been kept in suspense ten days, were deceived and injured, and must seek some other modes of conveyance to the old world. It seems there were some embarrassments on the ship which is yet upon the stocks in the territory of Maine, (opposite Portsmouth,) where carpenters have a lien upon the vessel till the bills are paid; and under these embarrassments she cannot be launched at present. Who is to blame we know not: but of one thing we are certain, no blame can attach to E. W. Jackson, Esq., the Secretary of the Peace Committee, of whom the passages were engaged. He has acted in good faith, like an honorable man, and promptly paid back, I understand, all the advanced moneys he received. If the payments had been made to some other persons, perhaps the passengers might have been used worse.

God closes no passage, without opening another. A failure in one direction is oftentimes the means of better success in a different one. I was desirous that my lame son, who is a member of Bowdoin College, and who has been studying constantly for several years, should take a sea-voyage this summer, visit London, and see something of the world that is to be concentrated there; in this the College Faculty concurred; and W. V. and O. Moses, Esqs., of Bath, two of the most enterprising ship-builders and owners on the Kennebec, generously wrote us, a short time before my departure, saying that they have a ship the "New England," Capt. R. P. Manson—which has been sent round to Quebec to receive a load of deals, and is to proceed thence to London; and if I would put him on board that ship, they would take him out to Europe and

bring him back again on such terms as are highly creditable to their liberality. Accordingly, he came to Boston with me, to go to Quebec, whilst I should embark in the Nightingale from Boston. Thus we were to be separated; but the failure of this conveyance was a Providential agency which determined me to accompany my son to Quebec and take passage in the same ship. God, for wise and kind reasons, has resolved that father and son shall keep each other company. And so here we are on the highway to the American Gibraltar, steaming upon the lake for St. John's and Montreal, at which latter place we expect to arrive to-morrow (Sunday) morning at 9 o'clock. Rev. M. M. PRESTON, of Hingham, who was disappointed by the "Nightingale," accompanies us to London, and will make an excellent travelling companion.

We left Boston yesterday at 1 o'clock, P. M., for Burlington, via. Fitchburg. According to the advertisement we were to proceed to Rutland, Vt., last night, early next morning to Burlington on the lake, thence take a steamer to St. John's at the foot of the lake, and arrive at Montreal by 3 o'clock, P.M. to-day. But after we started we ascertained that the Vermont and Champlain road from Bellows Falls to Burlington had changed its time just so as to leave the former place an hour before the arrival of the Boston train; and thus we were landed at Bellows Falls at 6 o'clock, to go no further, but to remain till Saturday noon, when we took the cars for Burlington, and embarked at 5 o'clock for a sail down the lake; and here I am on board a splendid boat from Whitehall, N. Y., delighting myself with some of the most enchanting scenery, by land and water, that I ever witnessed. The Green Mountains of Vermont tower towards heaven in the

east; over wide waters to the west, we behold the shores of Northern New York of Ticonderoga, Queenstown and Plattsburg, near which latter city the waters of this lake were made red during the bloody naval battle fought in the last war with England, in which our Commodore McDonough was victorious; fertile islands also stud the lake, and everything conspires to render the sail enchanting. I am not sorry I came this way; and shall have much to write about after I visit Montreal and Quebec.

The ride on Friday, from Boston to Bellows Falls, 114 miles, was interesting to me. We passed through old Concord, where the first blood of the Revolution was shed, and also through Fitchburg, which is becoming a new inland city. Keene, N. H., is a beautiful place. It is situated on plains surrounded by mountains and high hills s; the streets are very wide and well shaded by trees, the buildings, public and private, give evidence of wealth and taste, and it appears to be a great head-quarters for railroading. A few miles before reaching Keene we passed Monadnock Mountain, which overlooks the Ashuelot river and valley where Keene is situated. The country east of Keene is very hilly, and we marvelled that any persons should ever think of building a railroad there. This character of country extends to Rutland, some fifty miles or more distant, and so severe are the cuts and so high are the embankments, that the whole road cost forty thousand dollars per mile. It is equal to the road through the Berkshire mountains, from Springfield to Albany. Some of the cuts, through solid rock, are terrible. Doubtless we shall see more elegant roads and richer equipments in England; but we shall see nothing that will rival, for sub

limity and magnificence, the railroad scenery through the Green Mountains of Vermont.

Bellows Falls, where we stopped last night, are on the Connecticut river, which separates New Hampshire from Vermont. An intelligent bookseller who was so kind as to show us some of the Green Mountain elephants, assured me that they were originally called Bellows Falls from the resemblance of the river gorge at this place to a pair of bellows; being wide and oval-shaped above, and thence the waters running through a sort of natural canal cut to a great depth in the solid ledge, in shape of the bellows' nose, through which all the waters of the river are precipitated. It is something like the cascade at West Waterville. Other authority, however, declares that these Falls are named from an original settler there by the name of Bellows. Both statements concurring, may be true. Bellows Falls village is on the western or Vermont side of the river, and is a pretty place. There are three churches, as many taverns, several stores, and a good number of neat dwelling-houses. Opposite the village, viz. on the eastern or New Hampshire side of the Connecticut river, rises, from the very water's edge a huge natural wall almost perpendicular, perhaps two or three miles long and nearly one thousand feet high. If the villagers would see an eastern sky, they must look up towards heaven at an angle of forty-five degrees. The sun does not rise in the morning-not till forenoon. The wall, or Falls Mountain, as it is called, though very precipitous, is like all the Green Mountains, literally green; the roots of trees and shrubbery finding subsistence in the interstices of the rocks, so that, on the whole, it is a sublime ornament to

the place. The wall is Nature's work. A million of railroad companies, with millions of nations to pledge their credit to the same, could not put up million of years. But my sheet is full.

such a wall in a

For an account of matters and things through the Green Mountain State, over the Lake, in Montreal, down the St. Lawrence and in Quebec, my readers will please to wait till they can hear from me again.