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may, I thought of my uncle Toby and the fly ; and 

 so, in lieu of placing it upon the deck, and then 

 putting my thumb-nail vertically upon it, I quietly 

 chucked it amongst some baggage that was close 

 by, and recommended it to get ashore by the first 

 opportunity. 



When we had seen all that was worth seeing in 

 Quebec and at the falls of Montmorency, and had 

 been on board the enormous ship Columbus, we 

 returned for a day or two to Montreal, and then 

 proceeded to Saratoga by Lakes Champlain and 

 George. 



The steam-boat from Quebec to Montreal had 

 above five hundred Irish emigrants on board. 

 They were going "they hardly knew whither," 

 far away from dear Ireland. It made one's heart 

 ache to see them all huddled together, without 

 any expectation of ever revisiting their native 

 soil. We feared that the sorrow of leaving home 

 for ever, the miserable accommodation on board 

 the ship which had brought them away, and the 

 tossing of the angry ocean, in a long and dreary 

 voyage, would have rendered them callous to good 

 behaviour. But it was quite otherwise. They 

 conducted themselves with great propriety. 

 Every American on board seemed to feel for 

 them. And then 'they were so full of wretched- 

 ness. Need and oppression stared in their eyes. 

 Upon their backs hung ragged misery. The 

 world was not their friend. ' ' ' Poor dear Ireland, ' ' 

 exclaimed an aged female, as I was talking to 

 her, * * I shall never see it any more ! ' ' and then her 

 tears began to flow. Probably the scenery on the 

 banks of the St. Lawrence recalled to her mind 



