But In Progress And
Wealth The Romanists Have Always Gone To The Wall When The Two Have
Been Made To Compete Together.
And yet I love their religion.
There is something beautiful, and almost divine, in the faith and
obedience of a true son of the Holy Mother.
I sometimes fancy that
I would fain be a Roman Catholic - if I could; as also I would often
wish to be still a child - if that were possible.
All this is on the way to the Falls of Montmorency. These falls
are placed exactly at the mouth of the little river of the same
name, so that it may be said absolutely to fall into the St.
Lawrence. The people of the country, however, declare that the
river into which the waters of the Montmorency fall is not the St.
Lawrence, but the Charles. Without a map I do not know that I can
explain this. The River Charles appears to, and in fact does, run
into the St. Lawrence just below Quebec. But the waters do not
mix. The thicker, browner stream of the lesser river still keeps
the northeastern bank till it comes to the Island of Orleans, which
lies in the river five or six miles below Quebec. Here or
hereabouts are the Falls of the Montmorency, and then the great
river is divided for twenty-five miles by the Isle of Orleans. It
is said that the waters of the Charles and the St. Lawrence do not
mix till they meet each other at the foot of this island.
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