Picturesque Quebec, By James Macpherson Le Moine










































































































































 -  If wrong
  At first, you take to turning round,
  The traineau leaves you, and you're found
  Down at the bottom - Page 234
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If Wrong At First, You Take To Turning Round, The Traineau Leaves You, And You're Found Down At The Bottom, Rolling Still, Shaken And Bruised And Feeling Ill. Adieu, Ye Lakes And All The Fishing! To Cast A Fly We've Long Been Wishing. One Last Adieu!

Sorry are we That this must be our p.p.c.! Folly to think we'll feel resigned In leaving you, who've proved so kind. Our bark of happiness goes wreck, In quitting you, far-famed Quebec! - P.P.C., of the 25th K.O.B.

Our thoroughfares, our promenades, even in those dreary months, when the northern blast howls over the Canadian landscape, have some blithsome gleams of sunshine. Never shall we forget one bright, frosty January afternoon, about four o'clock, in the year 1872, when solitary, though not sad, standing on Durham [80] Terrace, was unveiled to us "a most magnificent picture, a scene of glorified nature painted by the hand of the Creator. The setting sun had charged the skies with all its gorgeous heraldry of purple and crimson and gold, and the tints were diffused and reflected through fleecy clouds, becoming softer and richer through expansion. The mountain tops, wood-crowned, where the light and shadow appeared to be struggling for mastery, stood out in relief from the white plain, and stretching away in indistinct, dreamy distances finally seemed to blend with the painted skies. The ice-covered bay was lit up with glowing shades, in contrast with the deep blue of the clear water beyond; from which the island rose, and into which the point jutted with grand picturesqueness; the light played through the frost-adorned, but still sombre pines, and spread out over deserted fields.

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