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From the "Tribune," Sept. 3d, 1866.
"Cataract House," Sunday, Sept. 2, 1866.
To the Hon. Th-rl-w W—d, Room No. 11 A-t-r H—se, New York.
EAR TH-RL-W:
At last we have got to the Falls,
And my horses may rest for a day in their stalls.
Thus far all's as smooth as your oiliest sentence,
Not a word has been said that can bring us repentance:
We've had a clear road and a sunshiny sky,
And every thing's lovely and the goose may hang high!
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