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and involved in the profound deep ; then, when imagina- 

 tion leagued with knowledge pierces the dark abyss, 

 boldly invading the antediluvian paths and caverns which 

 only the last universal conflagration shall lay bare of the 

 waters deposited upon them by the great deluge : how 

 rich, various, and unremitting, are the occupations of the 

 mind which is not rendered sluggish by the torpor of 

 ignorance, or chilled in its aspirations by the coldness of 

 infidelity. Eiver angling certainly requires more delicacy 

 and art in its pursuit, but that of the Lakes of Canada 

 has a character of expansion and sublimity which must 

 also recommend it to the reflecting mind. At all events, 

 having lived for nearly four years on an island in the 

 greatest of the Canadian lakes, I have come to the con- 

 clusion that extremely agreeable fishing is to be found in 

 them, and that Marmontel was wise when he said, " Quand 

 on n'a pas ce que Ton aime, il faut aimer ce que 

 Ton a." 



But with regard to the Jacques Cartier ; where is it ? 

 how is it to be approached ? and what sort of fishing is to 

 be found there ? It is within thirty miles, or three hours' 

 drive, of Quebec. The caleshes of the country are the 

 vehicles best adapted for the roads which lead to it, and 

 they are always to be had, with civil drivers, who will 

 gladly convey you there for three dollars, twelve British 

 shillings. I have frequently left Montreal at six o'clock 

 in the evening, having previously written to a friend to 



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