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in the realms of the Hapsburgs, catching, as one lingers 

 under the ruins of a legend-haunted castle frowning 

 over the rippling waters of the blue Danube or rushing 

 Ehine, the weird light of other days ; or one ponders 

 musingly over the splendid creations of Goethe and 

 Schiller in the Vaterland. Anon, one climbs with the 

 tireless voyageur, the desolate steppes of Eussia ; or, 

 later, journeys with him through the arid desert of 

 Arabia ; or follows him through the jungles of India ; 

 or the icy coast of Lapland. 



The scene changes and you hurry through soft, 

 Italian climes, to face Eome's Imperial or Clerical mas- 

 ters, mayhap to admire Greek heroism at Marathon, or 

 to listen to the entrancing discourse of Plato or Socrates, 

 under the portico of the temple of Minerva, at the 

 entrance of the Piraeus; every where through Mr,. 

 Marmier's writtings, shrewd common sense, manly 

 utterances, elaborate research — not unfrequently, impas- 

 sioned eloquence. 



Multitudinous indeed are the vistas and the countries 

 of which the genial sage of the Rue St. Thomas 

 d'Aquin has left such glowing pen-pictures. 



One portion of the adventurous traveller's wanderings 

 interest us more specially : his voyage to America, in 

 1850, and sojourn at Quebec. 



In some sympathetic remarks scattered through one 

 of his late works, he alludes to several Canadian litte- 

 rateurs, with whose writings he had become acquainted. 

 He thus speaks of his old Quebec friend, the late Hon. 

 P. J. 0. Chauveau, the doyen of French- Canadian 

 litterateurs, recently deceased. 



" I can recall at the time he was writing his earliest 

 poetry," says Marmier, " the delightful moments I spent 

 in his company and in that of some of his other Quebec 

 friends. 



" I was then, as I am still now, only an obscure 

 traveller in this common-place world. But I had come 

 from France ; wherefore, I met with a fraternal greeting. 



