SUNSET AND SUNRISE ON LAKE 

 ONTARIO: A REMINISCENCE.* 



" To watch the dimmed day deepen into even, 

 The flush of sunset melt in pallid gold ; 

 While the pale planets blossom out in heaven ; 



To feel the tender silence trance and hold 

 The night's great heartbeats ; soul-washed, nature-shriven, 

 To feel the mantle of silence fold on fold." 



— William Wilfrid Campbell. 



Our steamer had been lying all day in front of the 

 town of Broekville. It was a gala day in that place. 

 There had been a successful launch of a newly-built 

 schooner to excite the townsfolk and attract strangers 

 from the American side across the St. Lawrence. 



A military band was playing, and flags flew from the 

 steeples of the churches — on every public building, 

 indeed, was seen the Union Jack in friendly unison with 

 the Stars and Stripes. 



*A page from my old diary, August, 1832. 



