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praise. Hurrah for Canada ! We then came to London, 

 a very large, well built, and excellent town. At twelve 

 on this day there was dinner for those who could eat at 

 that unfashionable hour, and on the platform there lay 

 three deer. They consisted of an old buck, of course ut 

 terly out of season, a younger one, about three years old, 

 very poor, and a young doe, the doe bad enough, but still 

 the best venison of the three. At a little distance from the 

 station I saw a very English-looking cemetery. While 

 stopping here I telegraphed to the Monteagle Hotel at 

 Niagara, to say I should want a dinner and a bed. 

 When we again started we passed the towns and stations 

 of Woodstock, Paris, and Dundas, the latter built in a 

 hole. Sir A. M'Nab's house in sight, at which I 

 should have liked to have made a call, then the very 

 beautiful Lake Ontario, which in scenery reminded me 

 of the lakes in Scotland. Thence I saw some stupend 

 ous railway works, and after that St Catherine's and 

 the Wellington canal. It was soon after this that I 

 beheld that most superb specimen of engineering skill, 

 the double suspension bridge over the Niagara river 

 below the Falls, the great bugbear of timid passengers. 

 This is a wonderful bridge a lower passage for car 

 riages, horses, and foot people ; above the heavily thun 

 dering train ; while beneath roars such a volume of 

 raging water that, what with the noise above and below, 

 Babel in comparison was the impersonification of silence. 

 Having arrived at the Monteagle Hotel, I found a late but 

 sufficient dinner, compared with the customs of the country, 

 or a supper which I made my dinner. The steward in 

 attendance was accommodating, and the girls who waited 

 at table nice and intelligent. Having ordered a fly for 

 nine o'clock the next morning, in order to have a whole 



