The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1874-10-20
CORRESPONDENCE.
ALONG THE ST. LAWRENCE
DOING TgE DOMINION.

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MONTREAL, Sept. 10.-Bracec by the fresh
morning air, and the excitement OF the
passage OF the Lascine Rapids, the view OF
Montreal which breaks upon you, as you
pass under the Victoria bridge, is an APP
petizirg one; before you Is spread the city
with It's tin roo Is glistening in the morniag's
sun, its countless forms ofindustry, spring
ing into life among the wharves and ship
ping. the sun shines mellow Through the
morning mist. while against the dark green
foliage Of the mountain back of the city, is
seen the river fog iazily rising to the sum-
NIT. Perhaps your gaze rests fondly on the
grey stone of the Bonsecour market. for the
cracker and the cup of coffee that the waiter
had given you, "iust to kill the wor m" as
he expresses it, have long since failed OF
their staying power at least Yeur step,
when you leave the steamer, has an
,alacrity that speaks of an attraction b9fore
you, greater than that OF the strange sights
you see on either hand. Possess your soul,
however, with patience when you reach that
goal of your hopes. the breakfast table, for
the step OF the waiter rs "a slow as that OF
deacon passing a money box in church,
and his manner not half so pleasant; you
humbly thank the magnificent creature who
condsscends to lay before you his masters
bounty, and have ample time to admire his
noble pr0pOrtiOns as be LEAFS, graceful
wall flower, while you give him mental food
for contemplation in the way in which you
dispose of the rather heavy food. GlancIng
around the room you see hardly enough
distinctiveness among the people to make
you feel that you are IN another country;
there Is. to be sure a fair sprinkling of the
heavy Englishman, bearing his nationality
In his face. and with his indispensable glass
of ale by his side, and the stout dewager
mother, and her handsome daughter, don't
look, "a they pass out, as If they spent
% hours out of the "a in the house;
but the greater portion are the transient
custom of a hotel, and here and there you
RECOGNIZES the familiar face of an acquaint-
ance, bound, like yourself, in quest of
pleasure. Breakfast over, the comfortable,
roomy carriage at tho door invites yoG to the
ride
"ARoCED THE MOUNTAIN"
with the objects of interest on the route.
And one word out of Travellers note book
to the young man who takes the trip-don't
go alone: get married before you come, or
have an agreeable companion of your own
sex; but if you WON'T do the first, and
haven't the second with you, find some one
who is in like predicament. and il you should
happen to ind IN your search, young law
yer, lively and laxative, with please mt
and agreeable wife, bound on their wedding
journey, then your happiness is complete,
but find some one, for there is q possibility
that you may, in the fulness of your enjoy
ment, embrace the driver, whose unmislak
able brogue, as he points out the objects of
siren in your ear. The driver yolubly
rattles off the places to which he will take
you, as he closes the door, and you are
soon ascending the steps of the Church OF the
Jesuiis, with its heavy Roman architecture.
As yeu enter, your curious spirit Civ es place
to feeling of awe, the church seems so
dark, go cold and massive, and the handful
OF worshippers so Insignificant. The high.
beautifully frescoed ceiling, and the pictures
please YOU, but you hurry out giving curl
acrIo AZ ffQ hon f0rFF OF old
ton, SILENTLY sweeping with his broom of
fresh green twigs, into the sunlight. that
seems so bright in contrast with the sombre
light which falls in that living tomb. How
different appears the cheerful look of
The ENGLISH CATHEDRAL,
unq restionably, as the guide book tells us,
the finest specimen of gothic ecclesiastical
architecture in America. The two little fel
lows paying about on the nicely graveled
walks, pause for a mo nent in their play to
point the way TO the entrance with respect
for the rit which can dIvest from christ
ianity, the dark and hopeless, and give you
in its stead. cheerful, hopeful spirit, you
enter. Plain almost to severity APP
pears the interior, here no high hung lamps,
with dim undying light tell Of spirits
gone bef@re; no horrible pictures of deathy
faces with blood-trickling brows. but in
their stead, the tasteful tablets tell of a
dead to them as sacred, and the stained
glass windows soften, but do not shut out
the light. Just, you know, to see how it
would seem, you 60 up into the reading
desk, and give, to an imaginary audience
text from the large Bible; compare your
time with the clock set in the desk. which |
you iud to be ten miSdtes fast, most par
donable fault in church clock; sit in the |
bishops chair, and try to realize, though |
you can not in the remotest degree, how it |
would seem to be one of the pillars of the |
church; look for pencil notes In the choir |
h0OEa 90 ont ruu hol
winding stone stairs to the tower, and while
admiring the view, the huge bell sounds,
with deaiening clamor, the hour OF
noon, frightening the birds from their
perches among the raiters and causing you
TO beat hasty retreat to save YOUR ears
from the torture. This is the hour when
you had planned to be at the Gray Nun
merry, to see the noon service; but you reach
there only ia time to see the nuns march
out of the chapel, with the lady superior at
their head, and pass you, in couples that
seem identical down the long corridor: the
same appears the coarse gray DRESS the blue
checked aprous and the black Grape bOnnets
with their lining CT white, but the sad. pale
faces have nothing in common, but the
steadiast gaze fixed on the floor: the pinched
and wrinkied face Ofage, shows darker when
contrssted with the youthful fulness
of the cheek beside her. Is the sight sad
one? Yet do not hate the system that
can forever shut them out from the Joys of
life; reserve your judgment till you see them
at their tasks. AS the iron doors close upon
them, the old pauper, who acts your
guide, n a hushed voice tells you not to
speak as you enter the chapel; the bare cold
walls and wooden benches have nothing
attractive TO you now, and you follow him
to the school room, where is heard the merry
voices Of the children at play. Into the bed
room you next enter. with it floor polished
so that you may almost slide upon it. and
the little beds arranged according TO their
size against the wall; one of them,
you find by measuring, is
just the length OF your umbrella, and you
try to picture the little curly head that lies
there, with its plump and dimpled cheek
resting on one hand, and dreaming sweet
dreams In It's Yonng innocance. Won follow