The men were employed by the government, and the women were washing their clothes and children. I asked several of them if they had bought any land; they said they had not, and betrayed most lamentable ignorance, not one of the lot knowing the name of the vast lake before them. But this did not surprise me much, as we have a wealthy Yorkshireman and his wife at our hotel, as ignorant of the country as the babes in the wood. They bore us to death with stupid and unmeaning questions. They expect to find shingle palaces in the woods, and sugar trees, and apple trees, and peaches, and all sorts of fruit trees, and Indian corn, growing wild; and wild turkeys as easily caught as tame ones, and, I verily believe, if a Yankee told them it rained "striped pig" in the back settlements, they would believe him-voyons, voyons.

Visited the dock-yard and the House of Assembly once more, where the debate seems as hot as ever; return to the hotel, and find my host and the Scott disputing about the brewery question. Signor Carmano insists he never told the Scot that Mr. had a brewery to sell, while the Scot accuses him of a treacherous memory, and offers to make a bet about it, and, finally, both agree to settle the matter, by tossing up a coin of the realm for a bottle of porter. The Scot wins it—and our host produces the London stout, grumbling at his ill-luck. He says he has been a soldier, and fought under Wellington at the Peninsular War. By birth he is a Sicilian, and by what turn of the wheel of fortune he was set down here, on the wilds of Canada, I could not learn, though he undertook to relate his history, and in such a variety of tongues and garbled and unconnected way-one moment charging the French — then reverting to the gran

disgracia of his marriage with a termagant-anon clambering up Vesuvius—then bringing in Nelson by the neck and heels-dancing a fandango with an Andalusian maid-telling us about the perfidy of his friend and dear companion-his brave comrade, who basely robbed him of his hard-earned cash-ran away to Buffalo-became a great man-where "he walk about the coffé rooms"-"smoke him pipe"-" light him segar”—while I,-I, the pride of our regimentthe povoro diavolo-I am the poor devil now-work, work, work, in my dirty old shirt sleeves, not time to shave-per bacco, caracco, caramba, cospetto." And here our host indulged in a torrent of strange oaths; he had already taken the lion's share of the porter, and now regaled himself with whiskey, which melted his obdurate soul, so that, when he tramped, by accident, upon one of the dogs, he caught him up in his arms, hugged him, and calling him by all the endearing names, in the four languages, presented the filthy, old, half-blind, bloated cur to the Scot, as his lamb, his sheep, his fanciula, &c.; related the dog's history—he had belonged to a renowned captain, who boarded and lodged chez Carmano. This captain knew the value of the dog, and yet what did he, when he heard that Carmano loved him? Presented his dog to his host, in lieu of paying his bill, on leaving the hotel. Another cur was, in like manner, praised; he was lame of a leg, and had been scalded in the kitchen; but, considering that he was a present from another friend of the house, he was allowed to dwindle out his miserable days on a sofa, instead of being shot, and put out of pain. Another dog was intruded to our notice—a black pointer, whose precise value our host had not exactly determined; he was a present also

from a country gentleman, who had spent a winter very agreeably chez Carmano. "I dare say he can set a leg o' mutton verra weel, when it's roasting at the fire?" said the Scot. Our host now became so noisy, that we thought it prudent to retire, especially as he insisted that we should join him in a barcarolle, in which the dogs joined chorus, while their master, bottle in hand, attempted to dance el bolero.

This morning the whole house seems to be turned topsy-turvy, what between the screaming of women and children, shouting and laughter of the men, howling of dogs, and smashing of glass and crockery. Leaping from my bed, I threw on my clothes as hastily as if the house was on fire, and rushed down stairs. I found everything in confusion, the floor of the salle à manger strewn with the debris of cups and platters, glasses, trays, and egg, chairs and tables, &c. But the affray, or row, was over; and I heard with regret that all the disturbance was occasioned by the host himself, who had taken it into his head to be jealous of his wife. He began by ringing the dinner bell till he broke that noisy alarum, and having collected a goodly assemblage of his boarders about him to learn the cause of his ringing the bell in that furious manner, he accused some of them, and abused others, finally assaulted them all, and sent the whole posse to flight. Their flight was to him a proof of their delinquency, and being barricadoed out of Flanders by his wife, he dealt his daughter a blow with a trayful of tea-cups, and laid waste the breakfast-table; meeting the kingfisher member with a blow of an egg upon the nose that sent him flying out of the house, and an honourable doctor, who for quietness' sake stood upon the steps before the door reading the newspaper, received

a tunk under the ear with a loaf of bread that sent him sprawling into the middle of the street. At length, quite exhausted, our valiant host rushed into some hole in the lower regions, where for the present he lay in perdu, while his wife and daughter endeavoured to restore the house to order, and excited our sympathy as they went sobbing about the house. One of the boarders assured me that the host was really dangerous when those fits of jealousy seized him; and not very long ago, a worthy magistrate was so grossly assaulted by him, that at his wife's request he sent for the police, and had him carried to the Penitentiary, where meeting with a man whom he had imprisoned for debt, Carmano gave him a full acquittance, and had him discharged forthwith, to the great delight of the debtor, and the dismay of Madame Carmano and his family.

Having little inducement to remain longer in the house of such an obstreperous wight, I took a farewell walk round Kingston, and embarked in the steamer for Toronto.

Port Hope.-Here we landed fifty or sixty Irish emigrants, bag and baggage. How these people intend to get along, I cannot divine, there are only two of the party can speak English-the rest holding sweet converse in the ancient Irish.

Toronto exhibits an imposing front to the lake; the good people were all crowding along the shore in Sunday gear. Consigning my baggage to a stately nigger, I followed him to a very tolerable hotel fronting the lake. The day waxed very hot and oppressive, and the house was still as a convent-indeed, at first I doubted if any one resided in it at all, and felt the change from noise and uproar to peace and soli

tude so powerfully, that I sallied forth, even in the sun, to seek the "human face divine." There is a listlessness about this great overgrown town, that displeases me; even the plank footways cannot give elasticity to the step. One feels weighed down with the heavy air and drooping aspect of the people who have crowded into the streets and lanes of Toronto, and for what purpose I cannot divine, for there is little or no trade to induce such a swarm of people, rich and poor, to build up streets of two story houses here, instead of scattering themselves over the vast tracts of wild lands around them. They live huddled together; and now the seat of government is removed, the good people of Toronto look blank enough. "It cannot be concealed," said a tradesman, " the city has been seriously injured by that blow; but we must and will have the seat of government brought back again." Others pretend it is a great benefit that the seat of government has been taken away; for, say they, the clerks and employés bought up all the good town lots at exorbitant prices, but now things will find their level. Level enough, truly, thought I; for the whole town is built on a dead flat-flat as a pancake. Not even Young Street, with its rich country-seats and cockney villas, could induce me to live in Toronto or its vicinity. "I've got the ague here," said a tailor to me,

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as he took my measure; my wife is ill of the fever and ague even now, and I occupy one of the best houses in the best street in Toronto." Bad enough! Nevertheless, the aguish tailor resolved that I should suffer also, for he spoiled a shooting jacket and continuations to match, so effectually that I could not wear them; and then had the impertinence to tell me