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a happy people. They are very courteous and 

 affable to strangers. On comparing them with 

 the character which a certain female traveller, a 

 journalist, has thought fit to give them, the 

 stranger might have great doubts whether or not 

 he were amongst the Canadians. 



Montreal, Quebec, and the falls of Montmorency, 

 are well worth going to see. They are making 

 tremendous fortifications at Quebec. It will be 

 the Gibraltar of the new world. When one con- 

 siders its distance from Europe, and takes a view 

 of its powerful and enterprising neighbour, Vir- 

 gil's remark at once rushes into the mind, 



*'Sic vos non vobis nidificatis aves, " 



I left Montreal with regret. I had the good 

 fortune to be introduced to the Professors of the 

 College. These fathers are a very learned and 

 worthy set of gentlemen ; and on my taking leave 

 of them, I felt a heaviness at heart, in reflecting 

 that I had not more time to cultivate their ac- 

 quaintance. 



In all the way from Buffalo to Quebec, I only 

 met with one bug; and I cannot even swear that 

 it belonged to the United States. In going down 

 the St. Lawrence, in the steam-boat, I felt some- 

 thing crossing over my neck; and on laying hold 

 of it with my finger and thumb, it turned out to 

 be a little half-grown, ill-conditioned bug. Now, 

 whether it were going from the American to the 

 Canada side, or from the Canada to the American, 

 and had taken the advantage of my shoulders to 

 ferry itself across, I could not tell. Be this as it 



