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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 neighbour, Virgil's re- 

 mark at once rushes into the mind, — 



" Sic vos non 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 bug ; and I cannot even swear that it belonged 

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

 in the steam-boat, I felt something crossing over my 

 neck ; and on laying hold of it with my finger and 

 thumb, it turned out to be a little half-grown, ill- 

 conditioned bug. Now, whether it were going from 

 the American to the Canada side, or from the Canada 

 to the American, and had taken the advantage of my 

 shoulders to ferry itself across, I could not tell. Be 

 this as it may, I thought of my uncle Toby and the 

 fly ; and so, in lieu of placing it upon the deck, and 

 then putting my thumb-nail vertically upon it, I quietly 

 chucked it amongst some baggage that was close by, 

 and recommended it to get ashore by the first 

 opportunity. 



When we had seen all that was worth seeing in 

 Quebec and at the Falls of Montmorency, and had 

 been on board the enormous ship Columbus, we re- 

 turned for a day or two to Montreal, and then proceeded 

 to Saratoga by Lakes Champlain and George. 



