" GINGEK. -21.5 



Sagacity, unerring, staid. 



And truth in ai'tless guise arrayed, 



Among the race of canine kind 



An equal to our Ginger find? 



How did the good, the friendly, mourn. 



And pour their sorrows o'er his urn ! 



But Lindsa}', thine the loudest strain, 



Yet all thy pungent grief is vain. 



In vain do you the Fates implore 



Thy faithful Ginger to restore ; 



AATiom on far otiier terms they gave, 



By nature destined to the grave. — 



AVhat though j-ou could the IjTre command. 



And sweep its strings with softer hand 



Than Orpheus — whose harmonious song 



Once drew the Usteniug trees along, — 



Yet ne'er returns the vital state. 



The shado^^^ form to animate. 



For when the gliost-corapelling god 



Shakes o'er his prey his horrid rod, 



He "will not, lenient, to the breath 



Of hope, uuhar the gates of death ! 



'Tis hard ; but mortals must endure 



The ills that sorrow cannot cure." 



" CANGAN. 



•Quebec, 11th Dec. 1851." 



But what does the kind and patient reader care for Cangan 

 or Lindsay or Ginger ? Absolutely nothing. He wants to 

 know what fishing he can have in the Sheldrake, and I 

 regret that I cannot give him any accurate information on 

 the subject. That there is such a stream, within ten or 

 twelve miles west of the Hudson's Bay Company's station 

 at the Groodbout, there is no doubt, although it is not 

 mentioned by Bayfield — and that there are salmon in it 



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