270 WANDERINGS IN 



FOURTH remnants of British vessels. Their hour of mis- 



JOURNF.Y. 



fortune has long passed away. The victors have 



now no use for them in an inland lake. Some 

 have already sunk, while others, dismantled and 

 half-dismasted, are just above the water, waiting, 

 in shattered state, that destiny which must sooner 

 or later destroy the fairest works of man. 



The excellence and despatch of the steam- 

 boats, together with the company which the tra- 

 veller is sure to meet with at this time of the 

 year, render the trip down, to Montreal and 

 Quebec very agreeable. 



TheCana- The Canadians are a quiet, and apparently a 



dians. 



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. 

 Fortifica- Montreal, Quebec, and the falls of Montmo- 



tions at 



Quebec, rency, are well worth going to see. They are 

 making tremendous fortifications at Quebec. It 

 will be the Gibraltar of the new world. When 

 one considers its distance from Europe, and takes 

 a view of its powerful and enterprising neighbour, 

 Virgil'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 



