The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1899-07-22

after found my way through "a side
exit into the street, not altogether
certain / had not been in a trance.
| am sure it will be. good for me
often to recall the ecstasy OF that
hour, as life shall run it's course.
After lunch l sought the Notre
Dame. Instead Of the dome, this
another marvellous Gre
alton to me, has two magnificent !
towers. It's nave was said TO seat |
1000 people. An elevator carried
me up to one OF the towers. There
a bell swung which / was informed
was the largest IN America. From
this climbed l20 steps to an open
space, yielding a view of the city
not greatly inferior to Mount Royal.
Upon descending l ran across to the
companion tower to view chime OF
bells therein. Then | was conduct
ed to the chapel of the Sacred Heart
in the rear. l estimated this
chapel with it's galleries would seat
1000 people. / cannot describe the
richness Of this place: The pillars,
arches, and array of galleries; the
altar and lavish ornamentatiou,
throughout, are nearly surfeiting.
l imagined the eye would find more
rest if the wealth of decoration were
less profuse. A service was in
progress. A priest Cor bishop was
addressing congregation of wo-
men. He spoke in French, which |
did not understand. But the tones
of his voice and his gestures and en-
tire appearance was magnetic ,and
charming Whatever his ,theme
was it .engrossed him and his
audience.
/ rode from the Notre Dame twelve
miles out to take a steamer on the
ST. Lawrence, in order to return
over the Lachine rapids. These
found tame compared with those /
shot some seasons ago at the 500. Yet
had | passed them in canoe it
might have shaken me up more. l
saw a wharf accommodation for the
shipping trade that still further in
creased my respect for the city. In
the evening l strolIed again into
Dominion Square.
Crowds of people were there, but
| understood very little of then
animated conversation. | am sure
the French people enjoy life ant
know how to be happy. So they i'm
pressed me by their laughing care
free manner. The statues and my
self seemed the only grave ano
silent creatures there. How lone
some one eau be in u big crowd
The following morning found me
en- route for Albany. AT Rousse :.
Point ] was again in Uncle Sam :.
territory. Our train ran along the
west bank of Lake Champlain. How
pretty the scene Yet this little
lake has war history Of intense in
tercst. The car was invaded by ;
group Of mutes going home On va
! fol
their fingers. j couldn' t follow
their rapid motions, but fell 10 cal
culating the enormous work wo
man S tongue performs, to do itsel
what ten feminine fingers accom-
plish in conversation !! Surely it i,
not fully appreciated.
The Adirondack mountains rose
up and looked down on our train
A storm raising from Vermont
swept over the lake and beat its
white breast up against the bills
and covered our train.
On we sped through Plattsburg
Tlconderoga, Saratoga and Mechan
icsvilie, where since, our beloved
Bisnop Newman has been lsfst~tt
rest. A delightful ride through &
country sometimes reminding me oi
our peninsula in its rugged outline
Of rock and bluff and mountain, bu,
more commonly it was All agricul
tural scene that will require 10t
years TO reproduce here. But we
and our children will do it.
| Continued next weekD