Beauties of the StLawrence . is of a ST LOUIS GATE QUEBEC- real romance. Still looking to the right, the Isle of Orleans dividesthe waters of the St. Lawrence, and looks up to the citadel as achild to a protecting parent. Then across the stream Where yonder mountains crackedAnd sundered by volcanic fire,Sings Montmorencys cataract;Fit chord for such a granite lyre. Then the long thin village of Beauport stretches its serpentine lengthalong the shore and basks in the rays of the rising sun. Beyond theBeauport Flats arise the blue Laurentians, mound over mound, tillthey blend with a few fleecy c
Beauties of the StLawrence . is of a ST LOUIS GATE QUEBEC- real romance. Still looking to the right, the Isle of Orleans dividesthe waters of the St. Lawrence, and looks up to the citadel as achild to a protecting parent. Then across the stream Where yonder mountains crackedAnd sundered by volcanic fire,Sings Montmorencys cataract;Fit chord for such a granite lyre. Then the long thin village of Beauport stretches its serpentine lengthalong the shore and basks in the rays of the rising sun. Beyond theBeauport Flats arise the blue Laurentians, mound over mound, tillthey blend with a few fleecy clouds upon the distant horizon. Fromout the forests and fields glances the steeple of the Charlebourgchurch, a hamlet with a history of its own ; behind this againappears the more humble but still more interesting chapel of theIndian village of Lorette. Lorette, the home of the Huron, the lastresting place of that warrior tribe as its braves disappear like thesnow before the sun of civilization. Of yore, The Huron of Lorette. i iS The Richelieu & Ontario Navigatio?i Companys treated with Montcalm, and fired his arrows at the invader ; to-daythe old chief sits at his door and teaches the rising generation to shoot arrows at the cop-pers and silver piecesthat the traveller sets upto test their skill. Stillturning westward, we no-tice the sinuosities of theSt. Charles, as it rollsthrough green meadowsdown to its contluencewith the St. is the Monu-ment of the Brave onthe St. Foye Road, be-side it is a Martello tow-er, nearer still is the Wolfe Shaft onthe Plains ; scenes once glorious andterrible in the [days of immemor-able conflict. But if we linger too long in ourcontemplation of old Stadacona, wemay risk encroaching upon the tour-ists guide and charming souvenirand we might miss the SaguenayLet us take a time-
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