Ah! How I Seem To Hear, As In Time
Past I Have Heard, Their Lively Prattle, Or Their Merry Laugh Echoing
Across The Lawn, Or Through The Flower Garden, Or Along The Winding
Paths Down The Steep Slope To The Pavilion.
And can it be that I shall never again realize these happy scenes!
I
would fain hope otherwise; but life is a changeful drama, and time
fleeting; this world is not our home.
Adieu, then, dear friends. May God's blessing ever rest upon you; and
should it be His providence that we meet not again here, may we all so
use His dealings with us in this disciplinary state that we may be
sure to meet.
Brighton, Dec. 20th. In memory of some pleasant moments.
E. E. DOUGLASS.
In the beginning of the century Spencer Wood, as previously stated, was
known as Powell Place. His Excellency Sir James Henry Craig spent there
the summers of 1808-9-10. Even the healthy air of Powell Place failed to
cure him of gout and dropsy. A curious letter from Sir James to his
secretary and charge d'affaires in London, H. W. Ryland, Esquire, dated
"Powell Place, 6th August, 1810," has been, among others, preserved by the
historian Robert Christie. It alludes in rather unparliamentary language
to the coup d'etat which had on the 19th March, 1810, consigned to a
Quebec dungeon three of the most prominent members of the Legislature,
Messrs. Bedard, Taschereau and Blanchet, together with Mr. Lefrancois, the
printer of the Canadien newspaper, for certain comments in that journal
on Sir James' colonial policy.
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