The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1874-11-03

lodging he had found his equal in shrewd-
ness, had nothing to do but submit. Having
seen the citadel, we will first go to the plains
OF Abraham: where, unless you can coniure
up In your mind the famous battle Of over a
century ago. Ii will look like the level green
cow-pasture that it is. That massive stone
jail stands on the spot wher Wolfe fen.
and here in this hollow Is the monument
that marks the spot where he breathed his
last. How eloquent reads the inscription.
Here died Wolfe, victorious, September Is,
l75s," telling you in its simple wording ali
that a volume could: those are the Martello
towers In the ~Deighboring fields. There are
four of them connected by a subterraneous
passage. Now, If your taste is a morbid one.
you can stop at the asylum for the insane.
This is it on the left, and further along. in a
hollow onthe right ofthe road is the building
used by Montcalm for his headquarters.
These struggling white houses along the
road make the village of BEAUFORT, and at
intervals from out the cottages on either
band come bareheaded and barefooted,
blithe. graceful little girls, who run beside
the carriage offering you punches of flowers.
That Is the roof of Haldimand House that
you see on the right, peeping above the tops
Of the trees il nestles among. 1t was at one
lime the residence of the Duke of Kent, the
father of Queen Victoria; and there are the
towers of the Inflated bridge. Stop himi
The driver has mechanically commenced
TO tell us the whole story, and we
already know it by heart. Now we will de-
posit our little fee with this good woman who
looks as ifshe had grown stout on that kind
of diet, and walk to the falls of Montmo-
renci. But before we can enjoy anything
we will have to stop the cries OF these little
fellows for IN sou, un sou, monsieur. Are
you disappointed? You expected some
thing grander? But let US sit on some favor
able point and watch it. 1 think its beauty
will grow upon US. Now, do you see, how
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waves, that nearer come, and then with a
deep green roll go over tue edge, down for
80 feet, first a sheet of white, then widening
and breaking into thousands of rain
drops that smite the rocks below,
and further dissolve into a delicate mist,
which using forms a perpetual outer wall:
then see on either side, the tiny streams that
fall down the rugged face OF the cliff, and
seem like delicately pencllled lines against
its huge dark surface. 1t isn't the grandeur
of Niagara that we have come to see; but
what we have seen, the delicate beauty of
Montmorenci. On our way back to the CITY,
we will stop, and cross the fields and
through the wood go. to visit the Nat
ural Steps; a mammoth lume through
which. the river narrowing, rushes with a
loud roar, between walls which the action of
the water has formed into a series of natural
steps, giving to the place its name we ~"stair"
it, as they do in the guide books, as
a place well worthy of a visit.
You see so many new sights
that the road back hardly seems the same
you had come out upon; but here We are
rumbling over the bridge across the st.
Charles, and the priest politely touching bis
hat reminds you that you are again in Que
bee. Your afternoon you spend in further
sightseeing, and especially are you pleased
with the paintings in the seminary chapel,
which are, with the exception of Van Dyck's
"Crucifixion, - in the French Cathedral, the
finest vol have seen in Canada. Van Loo's
The Flight into Egypt" nd the "Ascen-
sion," by Champagne, are especially
An excellent copy Of
the first hangs above the right hand
altar in the French cathedral. The skull of
st. Clement beams upon you from the right
the altar in the chapel, while on the lett
the same amiable expression is observed in
the head of st. Modestus. Being opposed to
the initiation of pocket which This Canada
money gives one, we will dispose of every
thing bearing the stamp of the queen, with
the exception of enough to pay one ferriage
toPoint Levin the morning, and in con-
sequence feel a little unnatural excitement
the inspector at Island Pond thrusts
his band into your trunk; the fate of your
treasures is only decided by their being on
The other side, and you go on your way re-
catching a glimpse of the hoary
heads of Mts. Washington and Adams as
you leave Gorham; and if you don't hear
rom me again, you may imagine mt on that
rain of cars yet. CARLAGNULUs.