As Our Vessel Struck Into Mid-Channel,
I Cast A Last Lingering Look At The Beautiful Shore We Were Leaving.
Cradled in the arms of the St. Lawrence, and basking in the bright
rays of the morning sun, the island
And its sister group looked like a
second Eden just emerged from the waters of chaos. The day was warm,
and the cloudless heavens of that peculiar azure tint which gives to
the Canadian skies and waters a brilliancy unknown in more northern
latitudes. The air was pure and elastic; the sun shone out with
uncommon splendour, lighting up the changing woods with a rich mellow
colouring, composed of a thousand brilliant and vivid dyes. The mighty
river rolled flashing and sparkling onward, impelled by a strong
breeze that tipped its short rolling surges with a crest of snowy
foam.
"Never shall I forget that short voyage from Grosse Isle to Quebec.
What wonderful combinations of beauty and grandeur and power, at every
winding of that noble river!
"Every perception of my mind became absorbed into the one sense of
seeing, when, upon rounding Point Levis, we cast anchor before Quebec.
What a scene! Can the world produce another? Edinburgh had been the
beau ideal to me of all that was beautiful in nature - a vision
of the Northern Highlands had haunted my dreams across the Atlantic;
but all these past recollections faded before the present of
Quebec. Nature has ransacked all our grandest elements to form this
astonishing panorama.
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