But it was not till I had visited the same spot a dozen times, that I came to a right comprehension of the grandeur of the scene.' Following are Mrs.Trollope's emotions.

She is writing a few months later in the same year, 1827, and is coming in at the mouth of the Mississippi-- 'The first indication of our approach to land was the appearance of this mighty river pouring forth its muddy mass of waters, and mingling with the deep blue of the Mexican Gulf.

I never beheld a scene so utterly desolate as this entrance of the Mississippi.

Had Dante seen it, he might have drawn images of another Borgia from its horrors.

One only object rears itself above the eddying waters; this is the mast of a vessel long since wrecked in attempting to cross the bar, and it still stands, a dismal witness of the destruction that has been, and a boding prophet of that which is to come.' Emotions of Hon.