had just sprung from the element on which they seemed to repose. The western shore presented every variety of form; wooded headlands jutting boldly into the lake, and richly cultivated grounds sloping gently to its margin. As the traveller's delighted eye explored still farther, it rested on the mountains that rise in four successive chains, one above the other, the last in the far distance dimly defining and bounding the horizon. A cloud at this moment veiled the face of the sun, and its rich beams streamed aslant upon the mountain tops, and poured showers of gold and purple light into the deep recesses of the valleys. Mr. Redwood, a true admirer of nature's lovely forms, turned his unsated gaze to the village they were approaching, which was indicated by a neat church spire that peered over the hill, on the height and declivities of which were planted several new and neat habitations. "Oh Caroline, my child, exclaimed the father, was there ever any thing more beautiful!"

"Never, certainly to my eye, replied the daughter; but I think a carriage far less handsome than ours would look beautiful, after those little vile cal ches, and viler ponies, with which we made our entrée into Montreal. Oh, papa," continued the young lady, too intent on present pleasure and past mortification to notice the shade of disappointment that had chased away the animation of her father's face; "Oh, papa, I never shall forget our odious little Canadian driver, half Indian, half French,

the rose tucked into his button-hole, the signal of one nation, and the wampum belt of the other; and then his mongrel dialect. Oh that 'marse donc,' with which he excruciated his pony and us at the same moment, does it not yet ring in your ears ?"

"I cannot say that my recollections are quite as lively as yours, Caroline," rejoined Mr. Redwood.

"You are such an old traveller, papa, and besides you are always thinking of something else; but it is quite a different affair with me. My heavens! you had no imagination of my misery from the moment I entered the calêche at la Chine, until I was safely sheltered in my room at the hotel you sat rolling your eyes around the green fields as if they were all drawing-rooms, and every dew-drop a diamond, while I would gladly have drowned myself in the St. Lawrence !"

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Really, my dear," replied the father, his tone bordering on contempt, "I did not suspect you of any such mad designs on your own sweet person-you seemed very quiet."

"Quiet, yes indeed, quiet enough; how could I help myself? but you must own, papa, that it was excessively mortifying to make our entrance into the city in such style. Grandmama says that people of fortune should never lay aside the insignia of their rank."

"Your grandmother's jumble of fortune and rank have a strong savor of republican ignorance. I would advise you, Miss Redwood, not to adopt

her wise axioms as rules for the conduct of your life. And you really allowed yourself to suffer mortification on account of entering the little city of Montreal, in the best mode the country provides for travellers-a place too, where not a creature knew you from any other member of the human family?"

"Ah, there sir, you are quite mistaken; for Captain Fenwick had written to all the officers of his corps our intention of going to Montreal, and he told me that he had described me so particularly to his friend Captain Fitzgerald, that he was sure he would know me at a single glance of his eye."

"Then we are indebted to Captain Fenwick for the honour of Fitzgerald's civilities? I fancied our acquaintance with him had been accidental." The penetrating look with which Mr. Redwood finished his sentence, gave it an interrogative meaning, and his daughter feeling herself bound to reply, said, rather sullenly, "Our introduction was purely accidental: you saw it, sir, and I thought at the time, seemed quite grateful that the timely aid of the Captain's arm saved me from being run over."

"I was and am grateful, my child, for the aid which the gallant Captain's arm afforded you; though it may be, that stoic as I am, I measured my gratitude rather by the danger than the alarm. The frightened animal, as well as I remember, turned into another street, instead of passing by

the way we were going; but this is neither here nor there; I merely expressed an innocent surprise, that there should have been grounds for your acquaintance with Captain Fitzgerald which you never intimated to me."

"Lord, papa, it is so awkward to talk to you about such matters; I am sure I had no other objection to telling you that Fitzgerald knew all about us before he saw us."

"All about you, Miss Redwood; for I am quite a cipher in the eyes of such men as the Captain, having no other value than what results from being your adjunct. Fitzgerald was then apprised that you are a belle, and will be an heiress."

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Probably. And if I do possess the advantage of those distinctions, I am sure I ought to be much indebted to Captain Fenwick for making them known, that I may enjoy them abroad as well as at home." Mr. Redwood thought the distinctions which procured for his daughter a host of such admirers as Fitzgerald of very doubtful advantage, and would perhaps have said so, but the vessel at this moment touched the wharf, and the bustle of disembarking put an end to the conversation. The travellers having arranged themselves in the carriage, Mr. Redwood ordered the coachman to drive to the village tavern, where he said it was his intention to pass the night. A short drive carried them to the door of the village inn. The landlord was sitting on a bench before the door, alternately reading a newspaper, and ha

ranguing half a dozen loiterers on the great political topics that then agitated the country: his own patriotic politics were sufficiently indicated by the bearings of his sign-board; on one side of which was rudely sketched the surrender of Burgoyne, and on the other, an American eagle with his talons triumphantly planted on a British lion. It cannot be pretended that the skill of the artist had been adequate to revealing his design to the observation of the passing traveller; or rather the design of "Major Jonathan Doolittle," whose name stood in bold relief on one side, under the shadow of the spread wing of the eagle; and on the other under the delineation of the victory, which, according to the major's own opinion, he had been a distinguished instrument in achieving. But any deficiency in the skill of the artist was abundantly supplied by the valuable comment of the major, whose memory or imagination filled up the imperfect outline with every particular of the glorious victory. The carriage drew up to the door of the valiant publican, and in answer to Mr. Redwood's inquiry for the landlord, the major replied without doffing his hat or changing his attitude, "I am he, sir, in the room of a better." Mr. Redwood then inquired, if he could obtain accommodation for the night. The major replied exchanging with his compatriots a knowing wink; "that he rather guessed not: he did not lay out to entertain people from the old countries; his women folks thought they took too much waiting on."