ON THE RIVER.
pendicular rocks and crags stand out, and hang over the wild abyss beneath, as if they would hurl themselves down on any unlucky craft below. The shadows, the stillness, and the green forest-clad hills hovering above the crags, and the dark, lurid blue depths of the waters beneath seem to strike one with a sudden dumb awe ; and a half eerie
entrance to second defile.
feeling possessed one, till one's eyes fell on a tiny ray of sunlight, which had crept down from the mountain tops and lay like a brilliant emerald on the waving, rustling bamboos, and then wandered on to the grey crags and rocks, till it left them arrayed in a robe of sheeny gold.
The second defile is, alas ! like all the good things of this world, of transient duration, and weThe second defile is, alas ! like all the good things of this world, of transient duration, and we