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city belongs to you and Chaniplain. See, there goes Laval, 

 ambitious priest, and better scholar, who founded the great 

 college yonder, before John Harvard left his gift to letters in 

 Massachusetts ! See, old Frontenac frowns at him. And who 

 is he in the angle of the promenade, gazing southward? 

 LaSalle ? Incredible ! Why, his body sleeps beneath the flow- 

 ers of a Texan prairie. Montcalm and Wolfe arm in arm ! 

 Brave captains, you fight no more. Look ! look ! Those two in 

 the deep shadows of that old elm, that girl and young English 

 middy there. By heavens, that is Nelson, my Lord of Trafal- 

 gar, flirting with the lovely Mary Simpson ! My God, this 

 ground is haunted, and the dead of new and old France alike 

 are here. I'll get me to the yacht (The " Champlain ") and 

 say my prayers. Beshrew me, this is a ghostly spot in truth." 



" The old, or original Castle of St. Louis, dating back 

 to 1620, and whose foundations can yet be seen under 

 Dufferin Terrace, was destroyed in 1834 by a fire, 

 which only spared the wing, or new castle, erected by 

 Sir Frederick Haldimand, the English Governor- Gen- 

 eral, in 1784. It is upon the site of the latter, and part 

 of the old Lower Governor's garden that the new hotel, 

 which is now rapidly approaching completion, has been 

 erected. During the work of demolishing the old build- 

 ing, which was used for many years as the Laval nor- 

 mal school, a vaulted room was laid bare, which had 

 evidently been the powder-magazine of the old fort. 



As will be seen, the situation of the new hotel, is 

 not only most interesting, historically speaking, but is 

 probably one of the finest and most salubrious in the 

 whole world. Every visitor to old Quebec knows with 

 what pleasure the eye rests upon the glorious pano- 

 rama that unrolls itself to the sight from Dufferin 

 Terrace. The beauty of the Bay of Naples is much 

 praised ; but it is doubtful if it surpasses in any respect, 

 the diversifield view from Quebec's majestic and famous 

 promenade, while history speaks in trumpet tones from 

 almost every object embraced within the wide range of 

 vision. The noble expanse of water below, the opposing 

 heights of Levis, also battlement- crowned, the Island 

 of Orleans sparkling like a jewel on the bosom of the 

 mighty river, the foaming cataract of Montmorency, the 



