. The Maple-leaf, or Canadian annual : a literary souvenir for 1849. opposite boundary. Ttdoes not rise abruptly from the level, like the hill on which we stand, but curves andundulates to its crest, affording space for farms, and even villages, upon the slopewhich now glows with the unrivalled tints which a Canadian autumn alone can bestowU])on the forests, the rich colours mellowed into softness by the distance. Tliat clusterof small objects glistening in the sun, and apparendy embedded in die trees, is thevillage of Ancaster, some eight miles from us, whence the London road descends tothe C
. The Maple-leaf, or Canadian annual : a literary souvenir for 1849. opposite boundary. Ttdoes not rise abruptly from the level, like the hill on which we stand, but curves andundulates to its crest, affording space for farms, and even villages, upon the slopewhich now glows with the unrivalled tints which a Canadian autumn alone can bestowU])on the forests, the rich colours mellowed into softness by the distance. Tliat clusterof small objects glistening in the sun, and apparendy embedded in die trees, is thevillage of Ancaster, some eight miles from us, whence the London road descends tothe City; and beneath the hill, but hid from view by the intervening woods, is thetown of Duntlas. Let the eye wander round again towards this side, and on thegrassy shore of the bay, to the westward, we see Dundurn, 8ir Allan Macnabsresidence, overlooking the noble basin of water in one of the loveliest spots on itsbanks. A tree in our Artists view, conceals the Castle behind its leafy veil. Weannex, however, a faithful sketch of the front presented to Burlington Altogether, the mountain, the lake, the town, and surrounding country—the wholeimmense ainpliilheatre, not desolate or barren, hut full of life and pleasant beauty,and evincing every sign of thriving comfort, is such a prospect as ought to gratifyand please every one that admires really beautiful scenery, and is capable ofappreciating the blessings which such a country afibrds to all of its inhabitants whobut exercise the ordinary virtue of industry. What a change has come over the scene, since the time, when in sportive boyhood,disdaining the use of the half-finished road, we climbed this hill side, and looked upon the plain beneath ! Houses and streets now occupy the fields, where we thensaw the cradlers laying down the yellow grain, and gazed with astonishment on thewondrous rapidity with which the operation was performed—the stern face of theold Forest is dimpled witli smiling meadows—and the corn-fields la
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