BEAUTIFUL SCENERY. 
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people happy, none ought to appear more so 
than the Canadians, during this delightful sea¬ 
son of the year. 
Before I dismiss this subject entirely, I must 
give you a brief account of two scenes in the 
vicinity of Quebec, more particularly deserv¬ 
ing of attention than any others. The one is 
the Fall of the River Montmorenci; the 
other, that of the Chaudiere. The former 
stream runs into the St. Lawrence, about seven 
miles below Quebec ; the latter joins the same 
river nearly at an equal distance above the 
city. 
The Montmorenci River runs in a very ir¬ 
regular course, through a wild and thickly 
wooded country, over a bed of broken rocks, 
till it comes to the brink of a precipice, down 
which it descends in one uninterrupted and 
nearly perpendicular fall of two hundred and 
forty feet. The stream of water in this river, 
except at the time of floods, is but scanty, but 
being broken into foam by rushing with such 
rapidity as it does over the rocks at the top of 
the precipice, it is thereby much dilated, and 
in its fall appears to be a sheet of water of no 
inconsiderable magnitude. The breadth of the 
river at top, from bank to bank, is about fifty 
feet only. In its fall, the water has the exact 
appearance of snow, as when thrown in heap* 
from the roof of a house, and it seemingly de- 
