The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1860-09-14

terms, and almost without exception every
woman one meets wears gay colorcd, fan
cifully trimmed. or Aounced silk dress, and
not unfrcqucntly the thrcO styles combine,
to demonstrate the taste Of tho wearcr. The
only popularity observable in the dress OF
the men, and this only occasional, is kind
of pure white rhoe, we saw them in tho
street, and in the cars; the material seems
like buck-skin. Brides and Ballroom Bellies
are tho suiting wcarers Of white slippers,
according to Yankee custom.
Now We sec these funny little Calashcs,
mounted on two wheels while the driver has
seat on what should be the dasher; they
afford as cosy chance to take an airing os
bright morning as one would desire they
are seen in every direction, and seem to be
favorite and fashionable vehicle. The ladies
of our party seemed charmed with the pros
pect of fantastic drive, when the gentle
man who arranges those items, announced
the readiness Of a fine carriage, the only one
of Yankee make in the town, from appear
ances, anda pair of magnificent stecds. We
SEQ an incredible number lin these days) Of
little square trucklo boxes, yclept cabs,
which in our cities are long since out of datc.
Heads and shoulders can be disposed Of by
unfortunate insiders, hut what is to be done
with the long lower limbs is beyond compre-
hension, woe DO to corned feet caught trap
ped thus, and not alone.
The public buildings arc staunch and
strong, of fine architecture and imposing ap-
pcarancc, tidily bcspcaking the careful man.
agement of government officers. The new
Custom House has been built within year,
in the vicinity Of the House Of Parliament.
The Catholic College, Marine Hospital and
Lunatic Asylum, oil demand admiration, in
their attractive appearance. The last two
are passed in going to the Falls Of Montmor-
enci.
1t is not the ,mothcring Of any Of the lircs
of any innate patriotism, which makes the
feeling come home so forcibly that We are
strangers from our own land, and within the
realm Of Victoria's rule, but the style of hus-
bandry, the homes of the people, the traces
of antiquity, that mark the most common
utensil and conycniences, as you approach
the farm lands. These show unmistakably,
that the spirit Of innovation has not forced
its way into the labors Of the dcnizens, crowd
ing out the clumsy old machinery here, that
restless inventions have not disturbed the
quiet monotony of their lives. Seemingly,
they change not from generation to genera
tion, and it Is rs though VIC witnessa resur-
ectiou from the graves Of fashion Of things
long since passed away.
I like the free dir playing idle games at
will through tho country houses. The win.
dows all swing wido open to the sun, like
double doors, making no secret to an obscrv.
crs eye of tho furnishing and domestic appa-
ratus. Apparently the women live out Of
doors; all wear coarse broad hats. Sum
burned, bareiooted children run to salute
passcrs-by with pretty offerings of small bou-
quets for sale, keeping pace with the horses
for a long distance, and little ones, too spull
to run, standing by tho roadside make
graceful curve, by passing the hand from
brow to knee, in pleasant greeting.
In the gardens and ornimcntal grounds con-
nected with the finer country seats, flowers
and vegetables flourish in delightful amalga-
nation. Rare roses spend their fragrance in
close proximity to the potato vine. The
delicate Cypress may wind its clinging, creep
ing tendrills around tho hardy corn-stalk
verbcnas and cucumbcrs may bc the most
social ncighbors, and the modest violet crccps
under the protecting shadows of cabbage
head. Many gardens more exclusively de-
voted to usefulness, display the arrangement
of squares, paalclograms and circles. whose
area may be sown with onions or turnips,
while close border of beets or carrots,
hedges in the figure.
A very slight portion Of the charm of the
Falls of Montmorenci, lies in the volume Of
water, but the rough oblique prccipicc down
which it tumbles dashing with infuriated
petulancc from one obstruction to another,
ever meeting craggcd opposing substances,
raging and foaming for two hundred and
thirty feet with the masy worack-ribbed en-
bankments, form picture wierdly Wild
The most delicate mist-wrcaths crown It's
roushest lashings, as the water leaps impa.
tent to its bed Of slumber, and there 1t is
lost in halo Of tinted spray like embodied
glory, and reappcars calm, still, and placid
like restless wcaricd child, sinking to sleep
at twilight, with mellow roscate hue rest
ing on its brow. The ruins Of suspension
bridge remain on either side of the stream,
Just above the head Of tho Falls. One day
it fell plungius q poor farmer and his team,
down the rapids, and as tho story goes, they
were never seen more.
On the Plains Of Abraham, tho sceno of
the battle where the gallant Wolf fell in
1859, A granite monument is erected to
his memory, by the British Army. 1t ha
simple plain column, capped with sculpturcd
cmblems Of war, and craven with suiting
inscriptions. More than century has pas
cd since England's pride and favOrite son,
died In victory. / was reminded Of an old
poem, supposed to have been written by I.
Paine, which contains this stanr.
"Britania. forbcar. not . sigh or . tear
For thy Wolf 50 dcservedly loved;
Your tears should be changed into triumphs