Note 5 — A FEW WORDS ABOUT BRAINARD.

It is remarkable that Drake, of whose “Culprit Fay,” we have just spoken is, perhaps, the sole poet who has employed, in the description of Niagara, imagery which does not produce a pathetic impression. In one of his minor poems he has these magnificent lines⁠— How sweet ’twould be, when all the air In moonlight swims, along the river To couch upon the grass and hear Niagara’s everlasting voice Far in the deep blue West away; That dreamy and poetic noise We mark not in the glare of day⁠— Oh, how unlike its torrent-cry When o’er the brink the tide is driven As if the vast and sheeted sky In thunder fell from Heaven!