'Lord! what a place to sponge a coat!'"
"THOUGHTS ON VISITING NIAGARA.
"I wonder how long you've been a roarin'
At this infernal rate:
I wonder if all you've been a pourin'
Could be ciphered on a slate.
"I wonder how such a thund'rin' sounded
When all New York was woods;
I suppose some Indians have been drownded