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Just as I had made up my mind to it, a family 
from the Bowling-green, in New York, who was 
going the same route, politely invited me to join 
their party. Nothing could be more fortunate. 
They were highly accomplished. The young ladies 
sang delightfully; and all contributed their portion, 
to render the tour pleasant and amusing. 
Travellers have already filled the world with de¬ 
scriptions of the bold and sublime scenery from 
Lake Erie to Quebec :— 
“ The fountain’s fall, the river's flow, 
The woody valleys, warm and low; 
The windy summit wild and high, 
Roughly rushing to the sky.” 
And there is scarce one of them who has not de¬ 
scribed the achievements of former and latter times, 
on the different battle-grounds. Here, great Wolfe 
expired. Brave Montcalm was carried, mortally 
wounded, through yonder gate. Here fell the gal¬ 
lant Brock 5 and there General Sheaffee captured 
all the invaders. And in yonder harbour may be 
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, dis¬ 
mantled 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. 
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FOURTH 
JOURNEY. 
