pail of potatoes. The crew gave bad accounts of the cholera at Quebec. They had lost six people. We have three or four ill; and if they are not well before we get to the quarantine ground, we most likely will have to stay there three weeks. The northern lights were very beautiful every night.

15th.-The boat was lowered, and the captain, myself, the doctor, and seven others, well armed, pushed off from the ship, the boat being stored with grog and provisions. I had laid in a good supply of toast and water. Words will not express my feelings

indeed were all the men, except the doctor and myself. The sea was so high it came over the gunwale of the boat; so we persuaded the captain to put back, make a fire, and stay all night. There was one bottle of rum left, which I capsized. We gained the shore by getting up to our middle in water. The captain and the sailors rolled about in the sea with their clothes on, and were nearly drowned. The others pulled off their wet clothes and went bathing, which helped to sober them. We started along the beach, and lost two of our number;

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nearing the iron-bound shore. Huge rocks a hundred yards long by thirty or forty yards high ran out into the sea. Behind, the mountains, covered with spruce-firs and white birchtrees to the height of several hundred feet, rose like an amphitheatre. We at last found a landing-place, and by laying two oars side by side from the boat to the rocks, we all landed.

About 4 p.m. we put off in the boat with the intent of going on board, as the ship was beating up with a floodtide against a foul wind about ten miles off. The captain was drunk, as

but by the help of our guns we soon found them again. We passed four Indian wigwams. We got two of the sailors to take the boat about four miles round to a small bay, or she would have been dashed to pieces. We walked along the shore, and reached the boat about 6.30 p.m. One of the men, in crossing a small creek, was driven out to sea, but saved himself by clinging to the rocks. His feet were badly cut.

The men being now nearly sober, we again put off in the boat, and reached the ship about 8.30 p.m.

When we got alongside a great many of the steerage passengers began hooting and hissing. Some of them got out their knives to cut the ropes that held the ladder, saving we should not come on board. One of the most noisy received a blow with the flat part of an oar on his face, which knocked some of his teeth out. This completely silenced them. They had been very mutinous all day, through the captain not being on board. We went to bed as soon as we got on board, and had our fly-bitten faces rubbed with vinegar and water.

26th, Sunday.-All well on board. The captain ordered all the steerage passengers to prepare themselves to go upon the island for the purpose of airing their bedding and washing their linen. About 3 p.m. the boats were manned, and the passengers landed. They all set to, and the rocks presented a most singular appearance from the various articles of clothing spread about them and the emigrants in all directions hanging them out to dry. At night they went into a humble shed (for it could not be called by any other name) and spread their beds on the bare ground.

A lamentable occurrence took place this evening. The passengers of the "Minerva," anchored near us, had performed quarantine, and were returning on board. When they came alongside their vessel, the ropes of the davits became entangled with the mast of the boat and swamped her. From the deck of our ship we could see upwards of twenty persons struggling in the water, only nine of whom were saved. The agony we felt at not being able to render assistance-all our boats being on shore-was extreme. One of our boats, returning from the shore, rowed to their assistance, and succeeded in picking up four, who were taken to the island.

29th.-Weighed anchor at 5 a.m.,

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and made but little way. arrived opposite the Island of Orleans, and at nine came to anchor at Patrick's Isle, six miles from Quebec, the tide and wind dead against us. A child had just died of decline, its death hastened by the privations suffered at the quarantine ground.

Sept. 1st. A party of us went on shore with the corpse about 10 a.m., and were directed to the cholera burial-ground. When there we were obliged to wait for several hours for a priest. There were no fewer than seven or eight waggons with rough deal coffins waiting in the hot sun for the said priest. The coffins were nailed together of unseasoned inchboards.

4th. Went on board the steamship for Montreal. Arrived there on the 5th.

8th.-Left Montreal by coach and steamer for York.

Ioth. Went on board the "William the Fourth," and arrived at York (now Toronto) at 6 a.m. on Sept. 14th, 1832-eleven weeks and three days from London!

Having only a garret with a skylight in the roof, and that nearly always covered with snow, and no fire in the room, both my poor wife and myself suffered very much from the severe weather.

My brother-in-law had taken a two-year-old colt in trade, and about the 1st of January wished to take it to Pickering to an old-country farmer of his acquaintance. A gentleman from Goderich was visiting us, and one evening after tea they proposed to walk to Pickering, taking the colt. They pressed me very hard to accompany them, and I agreed to do so if they would put it off until the next morning. They rather taunted me on my being afraid of the cold, so I agreed to start at once. We all three

started off. It was a bitterly cold night. When we had travelled about. nine miles, we came to a place where a clearing had been commenced, and a large tree was lying, with a quantity of bush. On the road I had picked up a firebrand that had been thrown out of a small house. With this we made a fire against the lee side of the log. The blaze soon brought several of the neighbors to the place, and they chatted and sang songs until about midnight, when they took their departure, and we three settled ourselves, with our feet to the fire, to sleep.

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My two companions had greatcoats; but I had not put mine on when leaving home. I think it was about 3 a.m., when I awoke with the cold. The fire had burned down, all but a few embers and a few halfburnt sticks. The pony was tied to a sapling about thirty feet from the opposite side of the fire, and every time the wind caused a little flame to rise from the embers it would flash across the eyes of the pony. night was very still, and I fancied I heard the crackling of sticks in the bush to the left of where the pony was tied. I thought it might be from a bear or a wolf. There were several inches of snow on the ground so that I could see some distance among the trees, and after watching very attentively for some time I plainly saw a large black animal approaching the pony very slowly.

At first I thought it best to awaken my two companions; but fearing that I might be laughed at if it should not turn out to be a bear, and getting my rifle all ready, I waited for about twenty minutes, when the animal came within thirty yards of the fire. was just about to let fly at it when it gave a grunt, and I plainly saw that it was a large black sow. I settled myself again and went to sleep.

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I was aroused by my companions about 5 a.m. to continue our journey; but on attempting to walk, I found that my knees were frozen. The agony I suffered was terrible. I ought to have immediately rubbed them with snow; but none of us understood frostbites, and as a consequence I have for more than fifty years been obliged to wear woollen kneecaps. I tied handkerchiefs round the knees, and tried to ride on the pony; but as there was neither saddle nor stirrups, the pain was worse when my legs hung down.

We at last reached Mr. White's farm at Pickering: but there was no doctor nearer than York, so I had to wait until I got home, which I did the next day. Mr. White kindly drove me home in his lumber-waggon. It was several weeks before I could walk comfortably, and Dr. Widner said. that I had had a narrow escape from losing the use of both my legs.

I resolved not to go out upon any other expeditions, but to settle down and make designs for log houses, frame and brick buildings, churches, villas and hotels, together with rows of shop fronts. I carried out my resolutions, and filled six large sheets of paper with my designs.*

Then came the growth of the city, and Mr. Howard slowly rose to be one of its foremost citizens, as he was one of its wealthiest. His park covers a hundred and sixty acres, and is now generous gift to the city of Toronto.

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He was in the habit of having the London Times sent regularly from home. It was in 1874 when, sitting one morning at breakfast with his wife, he took up the newspaper, and his eye chanced to fall upon an advertisement announcing the sale of

The Provincial Lunatic Asylum, Queen St. West, Toronto, was built from Mr. Howard's design.

the old railings round St. Paul's Cathedral. He flung the paper angrily from him.

"What vandalism!" he cried, indignantly; "those rails flung into the melting-pot. Designed and erected by Sir Christopher Wren, and they have stood for a hundred and sixty years in that spot! To think of it! And where you and I, my dear, have spent many an evening in our courting days. Never shall they be destroyed if I can prevent it never!"

He seems to have been a resolute man, and not without some fierceness of manner in spite of, or perhaps because of, his generous soul, so I gather from those who knew him and who have told me the story.

At once he wrote to his agent in England to secure those railings immediately, and ship them at any cost to him in Toronto. But before the letter arrived the rails had been sold to Mr. J. P. Hogarth, and some of them already turned to other uses. The rest were sent off to Toronto in the ship "Delta" in October, 1874. But the ship was wrecked, and the railings were sunk deep in the bottom of the St. Lawrence.

Mr. Howard sent word at once that divers should be employed in order to bring them up. But the message came too late; the ice had set in, and nothing could be done towards their recovery until the spring of the following year.

Directions were given to mark the exact spot where they lay, and in the April following the divers set about their work. The vessel had gone to pieces, and some of the rail

NOTE. Mr. Howard's house is used as a museum of the paintings and drawings of the donor of the park. In the carriage-house is an oldfashioned coach in which Mrs. Siddons drove through England to her professional engagements. The quaint old garden and lawn, as shown in our illustration on page 349, command a magnificent view over the lake. holidays the park swarms with picnickers who frolic on the lawns and gaze at the lonely tomb, most of them without knowing its romantic history.-ED.

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CHAPTER VI.-Continued.

ESS, who knew nothing to Clarence's discredit, was as pleased with him as strangehs always were. He met her with the right mixture of respect and cordiality, he was very amusing with his lovely bride, and most pleasin his devotion to Aunt Hannah. He got her a footstool, teased her about painting her cheeks, and told Bess she had promised to go to the opera with Louise and him some night."

John had welcomed Bess in fewer words; but as Dorothy Hakes had said, his eyes looked "warmly interested," and he was evidently content to let Clarence do most of the talking.

"Oh, you study Greek with John, don't you?" broke out Louise. "Isn't it terribly dry? What do you want of Greek? All the languages I ever studied were the abbreviations in the back of the spelling-book, and French at Madame Bennois' finishing school. I don't know who ever was finished there but poor little Monsieur La Fleur, the teacher; we girls nearly put an end to him with our pranks. Do you like to study?"

"Don't be cruel, Louise," said Clarence. "John is a perfect tyrant. She never would tell you truth in his presence. "John is a perfect tyrant. She the fingers when she does not know her verbs, and he often keeps her after school to learn her lessons."

"Elizabeth always knows her lessons," put in Aunt Hannah, reprovingly. She slipped out of the door while Bess was thanking her, and Louise declaring "the like was never said " of her. Downstairs the old lady went again to make sure everything was put on the dinnertable in daintiest order, and then the family was summoned.

Of fashions about table service Aunt Hannah troubled herself no more than about Russian politics. Since she was old enough to sit at a table, she had been pleased with the whitest of linen, thin,

old, gilded china, well-polished silver and food cooked as excellent housewives had cooked it for generations gone. Not less did it seem to her a matter of course, that all who sat around such a table should be genial, ready with pleasant chat, or converse worth listening to, and well did the old lady preside as hostess.

Clarence laughed long and heartily, uncorking meanwhile a wine-bottle that stood at his plate. There were but two glasses on the table, so he said: "Sally, bring a wine-glass for Miss Hogarth."

'Thank you, I do not take wine," said Bess.

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'Ah, total abstaine", like John and Aunt Hannah! Well, we are temperate, Lu and I; but she has always been used to wine at dinner. Speaking of temperance reminds me of David Fenton. What does the good man busy himself about nowadays?"

Lightly shifting the conversation in this way, Clarence filled his wife's glass and his own. Bess noticed Louise's low comment, "I don't care anything about wine." She saw Aunt Hannah pour a cup of coffee, and put it at Louise's place, and Louise drank it, leaving her wine untouched. Later Clarence drank the contents of her glass, after a second filling of his own.

"I hope you will not think us rude, Miss Hogarth," said Clarence, as they went up-stairs, "but Louise is devoted to theatre-going and made this engagement a week ago."

"I would not let her stay at home for anything," said Bess.

"If Miss Hogarth would like to go out, no doubt I could find some place she would enjoy as much as this play," suggested John, but Bess evidently preferred to stay where she was.

"How queer," mused Louise; "I always thought when people came in from the country they wanted to see everything: Barnum's, Macy's, the Tombs, and Central Park."

"So they do," laughed Bess, "but those are natives from the interior.' You know I have only a half-hour's ride into city and have always been able to gratify