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harbour may te seen the mouldering remnants of British 

 vessels. Their hour of misfortune 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 traveller is sure to meet with 

 at this time of the year, render the trip down to Montreal 

 and Quebec very agreeable. 



The Canadians are a quiet, and apparently a happy 

 people. They are very courteous and affable to strangers. 

 On comparing them with the character which a certain 

 iemale 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 considers its distance from Europe, 

 and takes a view of its powerful and enterprising neigh- 

 bour, Virgil's remark at once rushes into the mind, 



"Sic vos Hon 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 acquaintance. 



In all the way from Buffalo to Quebec, I only met with 

 one hug ; and I cannot even swear that it belonged to the 

 United States. In going down the St. Lawrence, in the 



