way from Halifax to Louisburgh, had entered Cha- | efforts. He resolved to annex the "boundpeau Rouge Bay, the surf, under a high wind, less north," as it was then called, to the made the rugged shore inaccessible, and gave the British empire in America; and early in the French time to strengthen and extend their lines. spring Wolfe again went out, this time, to The sea still dashed heavily, when, before day- conquer Quebec and find a soldier's grave. break, on the 8th of June, the troops, under cover Many of his companions in arms were then of a random fire from the frigates, attempted dis- and afterwards famous men:-Jervis, afterembarking. Wolfe, the third brigadier, who led the first division, would not allow a gun to be wards the renowned Earl St. Vincent, James fired, cheered on the rowers, and, on coming to Cook, the navigator, George Townshend, shoal water, jumped into the sea; and, in spite of Barre, and Colonel Howe. the surf, which broke several boats and upset more, "On the 26th of June, the whole armament arin spite of the well-directed fire of the French, in rived, without the least accident, off the Isle of Orspite of their breastwork and rampart of felled leans, on which, the next day, they disembarked trees, whose interwoven branches made one con- A little south of west the cliff of Quebec was tinued wall of green, the English landed, took the seen distinctly, seemingly impregnable, rising prebatteries, drove in the French, and on the same cipitously in the midst of one of the grandest day invested Louisburgh. At that landing, none scenes in nature. To protect this guardian citawas more gallant than young Richard Montgo-del of New France, Montcalm had of regular mery; just one-and-twenty; Irish by birth; an troops no more than six wasted battalions; of humble officer in Wolfe's brigade; but also a ser- Indian warriors few appeared, the wary savages vant of humanity, enlisted in its corps of immor- preferring the security of neutrals; the Canadian tals. The sagacity of Wolfe honored him with militia gave him the superiority in numbers; but well-deserved praise, and promotion to a lieu- he put his chief confidence in the natural strength tenancy. On the morning of the 12th, an hour of the country. Above Quebec, the high probefore dawn, Wolfe, with light infantry and High-montory on which the upper town is built exlanders, took by surprise the light-house battery pands into an elevated plain, having towards the on the north-east side of the entrance to the har-river the steepest acclivities. For nine miles or bor; the smaller works were successively carried. more above the city, as far as Cape Rouge, every On the 23d, the English battery began to play landing-place was intrenched and protected. The on that of the French on the island near the river St. Charles, after meandering through a fercentre of the mouth of the harbor. Science, suf- tile valley, sweeps the rocky base of the town, ficient force, union among the officers, heroism, which it covers by expanding into sedgy marshes. pervading mariners and soldiers, carried forward Nine miles below Quebec, the impetuous Montthe siege, during which Barre by his conduct se- morenci, after fretting itself a whirlpool route, cured the approbation of Amherst and the con- and leaping for miles down the steps of a rocky firmed friendship of Wolfe. Of the French ships bed, rushes with velocity towards the ledge, over in the port, three were burned on the 21st of July; which, falling two hundred and fifty feet, it pours in the night following the 25th, the boats of the its fleecy cataract into the chasm. As Wolfe dissquadron, with small loss, set fire to the Prudent, embarked on the Isle of Orleans, what scene could a seventy-four, and carried off the Bienfaisant. be more imposing On his left lay at anchor the Boscawen was prepared to send six English ships fleet with the numerous transports; the tents of into the harbor. But the town of Louisburgh was his army stretched across the island; the inalready a heap of ruins; for eight days, the French trenched troops of France, having their centre at officers and men had had no safe place for rest; the village of Beauport, extended from the Montof fifty-two cannon opposed to the English bat- morenci to the St. Charles; the city of Quebec, teries forty were disabled. The French had but garrisoned by five battalions, bounded the horizon. five ships of the line and four frigates. It was At midnight on the 28th, the short darkness was time for the Chevalier de Drucour to capitulate. lighted up by a fleet of fire-ships, that, after a The garrison became prisoners of war, and, with furious storm of wind, came down with the tide the sailors and marines, in all 5,637, were sent to in the proper direction. But the British sailors England. On the 27th of July, the English took grappled with them and towed them free of the possession of Louisburgh, and, as a consequence, shipping. The river was Wolfe's; the men-of-war of Cape Breton and Prince Edward's Island. made it so; and, being master of the deep water, Thus fell the power of France on our eastern he also had the superiority on the south-shore of coast. Halifax being the English naval station, the St. Lawrence. In the night of the 29th, Louisburgh was deserted. The harbor still offers Monckton, with four battalions, having crossed the shelter from storms; the coast repels the surge; south channel, occupied Point Levi; and where but a few hovels only mark the spot which so the mighty current, which below the town exmuch treasure was lavished to fortify, so much pands as a bay, narrows to a deep stream of but heroism to conquer. Wolfe, whose heart was in a mile in width, batteries of mortars and cannon England, returned home with the love and esteem were constructed. The citizens of Quebec, foreseeof the army. His country was full of exultation; ing the ruin of their houses, volunteered to pass the trophies were deposited with pomp in the ca- over the river and destroy the works; but, at the thedral of St. Paul's; the churches gave thanks; trial, their courage failed them, and they retreated. Boscawen, himself a member of parliament, was The English, by the discharge of red-hot balis honored by a unanimous tribute from the House and shells, set on fire fifty houses in a night, deof Commons. New England, too, triumphed; for molished the lower town, and injured the upper. the praises awarded to Amherst and Wolfe re- But the citadel was beyond their reach, and every called the heroism of her own sons." avenue from the river to the cliff was too strongly intrenched for an assault."

This success inspired Pitt to still greater

The summer was going rapidly, and as yet no real progress had been made. Wolfe was eager for action, and he pursued his researches into the nature of the formidable position with extraordinary eagerness:

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trenchments, and were repulsed in such disorder that they could not again come into line; though Monckton's regiment had arrived, and had formed with the coolness of invincible valor. But hours hurried by; night was near; the clouds of midsummer gathered heavily, as if for a storm; the tide rose; and Wolfe, wiser than Frederic at Colin, ordered a timely retreat."

"He saw that the eastern bank of the Montmorenci was higher than the ground occupied by Montcalm, and, on the 9th of July, he crossed the north channel and encamped there; but the ar- In this unsuccessful attempt Wolfe lost 400 mies and their chiefs were still divided by the men. On the tortures of a body wasted by river precipitating itself down its rocky way in fever and a mind preyed on by its own restimpassable eddies and rapids. Three miles in less energy, we will not dwell. Wolfe reckthe interior, a ford was found; but the opposite oned on assistance from the corps of Amherst, bank was steep, woody, and well intrenched.-but this did not arrive. At last he perNot a spot on the line of the Montmorenci for miles into the interior, nor on the St. Lawrence to Quebec, was left unprotected by the vigilance of the inaccessible Montcalm. The General proceeded to reconnoitre the shore above the town. In con

ceived that his fate rested in his own hands alone, and he conceived the daring plan of attack which has given to his name the soldier's immortality.

We extract Mr. Ban

croft's account of the brilliant attack which cost our young hero his life and the French their dominions in Northern America:

cert with Saunders, on the 18th of July, he sailed along the well-defended bank from Montmorenci to the St. Charles; he passed the deep and spacious harbor, which, at four hundred miles from "Every officer knew his appointed duty, when, the sea, can shelter a hundred ships of the line; at one o'clock in the morning of the 13th Septemhe neared the high cliff of Cape Diamond, tow-ber, Wolfe, with Monckton and Murray, and about ering like a bastion over the waters, and sur- half the forces, set off in boats, and without sail mounted by the banner of the Bourbons; he or oars, glided down with the tide. In threecoasted along the craggy wall of rock that ex- quarters of an hour the ships followed, and, though tends beyond the citadel; he marked the outline the night had become dark, aided by the rapid of the precipitous hill that forms the north bank current, they reached the cove just in time to of the river, and every where he beheld a natu- cover the landing. Wolfe and the troops with ral fastness, vigilantly defended, intrenchments, him leaped on shore; the light infantry, who cannon, boats, and floating batteries guarding found themselves borne by the current a little every access. Had a detachment landed between below the intrenched path, clambered up the the city and Cape Rouge, it would have encoun- steep hill, staying themselves by the roots and tered the danger of being cut off before it could boughs of the maple and spruce and ash trees receive support. He would have risked a landing that covered the precipitous declivity, and, after at St. Michael's Cove, three miles above the city, a little firing, dispersed the picket which guarded but the enemy prevented him by planting artillery the height. The rest ascended safely by the and a mortar to play upon the shipping. Mean- pathway. A battery of four guns on the left was time, at midnight, on the 28th of July, the French abandoned to Colonel Howe. When Townshend's sent down a raft of fire-stages, consisting of nearly division disembarked, the English had already a hundred pieces; but these, like the fire-ships a gained one of the roads to Quebec, and, advancing month before, did but light up the river, without in front of the forest, Wolfe stood at daybreak injuring the British fleet. Scarcely a day passed with his invincible battalions on the plains of but there were skirmishes of the English with Abraham, the battle-field of empire. It can be the Indians and Canadians, who were sure to but a small party come to burn a few houses and tread stealthily in the footsteps of every exploring retire,' said Montcalm, in amazement, as the news party. Wolfe returned to Montmorenci. July reached him in his intrenchments the other side of was almost gone, and he had made no effective the St. Charles; but, obtaining better information, advances. He resolved on an engagement. The Montmorenci, after falling over a perpendicular rock, flows for three hundred yards, amidst clouds of spray and rainbow glories, in a gentle stream to the St. Lawrence. Near the junction, the river may, for a few hours of the tide, be passed on foot. It was planned that two brigades should ford the Montmorenci at the proper time of the tide, while Monckton's regiments should cross the St. Lawrence in boats from Point Levi. The signal was made, but some of the boats grounded on a ledge of rocks that runs out into the river. While the seamen were getting them off, and the enemy were firing a vast number of shot and shells, Wolfe, with some of the navy officers as companions, selected a landing-place; and his desperate courage thought it not yet too late to begin the attack. Thirteen companies of grenadiers, and two hundred of the second battalion of the Royal Americans, who got first on shore, not waiting for support, ran hastily towards the in

Then,' he cried, they have at last got to the weak side of this miserable garrison; we must give battle and crush them before mid-day.' And before ten, the two armies, equal in numbers, each being composed of less than five thousand men, were ranged in presence of one another for battle. The English, not easily accessible from intervening shallow ravines, and rail fences, were all regulars, perfect in discipline, terrible in their fearless enthusiasm, thrilling with pride at their morning's success, commanded by a man whom they obeyed with confidence and love. The doomed and devoted Montcalm had what Wolfe had called but five weak French battalions,' of less than two thousand men, ' mingled with disorderly peasantry,' formed on ground which commanded the position of the English. The French had three little pieces of artillery, the English one or two. The two armies cannonaded each other for nearly an hour; when Montcalm, having summoned Bougainville to his aid, and despatched messenger

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From the London Literary Gazette
LIFE IN CANADA.

BY MRS. MOODIE.*

F there be one of life's affairs in which woman has a peculiar right to have her wishes considered and her veto respected, it is that of emigration. For, in the arduous task of establishing a new home in a halfsettled country, let man do what he will to alleviate, on her fall the burthen and heat of the day. Hers are the menial toils, the frequent anxieties, the lingering home-sickness, the craving after dear friends' faces and a beloved native land. Hers, too, the self-imposed duty and unselfish effort to hide regret under cheerful smiles, when the weary brother or husband returns at evening from toil in field and forest. Blessed and beautiful are the smiles of the sad-hearted, worn to wile away another's cares!

after messenger for De Vaudreuil, who had fifteen hundred men at the camp, to come up, before he should be driven from the ground, endeavored to flank the British and crowd them down the high bank of the river. Wolfe counteracted the movement by detaching Townshend with Amherst's regiment, and afterwards a part of the Royal Americans, who formed on the left with a double front. Waiting no longer for more troops, Montcalm led the French army impetuously to the attack. The ill-disciplined companies broke by their precipitation and the unevenness of the ground; and fired by platoons, without unity. The English, especially the forty-third and fortyseventh, where Monckton stood, received the shock with calmness; and after having, at Wolfe's command, reserved their fire till their enemy was within forty yards, their line began a regular, rapid, and exact discharge of musketry. Montcalm was present every where, braving danger, wounded, but cheering by his example. second in command, De Sennezergues, an associate in glory at Ticonderoga, was killed. The brave but untried Canadians, flinching from a hot fire in the open field, began to waver; and, so soon as Wolfe, placing himself at the head of the twentyeighth and the Louisburgh grenadiers, charged with bayonets, they every where gave way. Of the English officers, Carleton was wounded; Barre, who fought near Wolfe, received in the head a ball which destroyed the power of vision of one eye, and ultimately made him blind. Wolfe, also, as he led the charge, was wounded in the wrist, but still pressing forward, he received a second ball; and, having decided the day, was struck a third time, and mortally, in the breast. 'Support me,' he cried to an officer near him: 'let not my brave fellows see me drop.' He was carried to the rear, and they brought him water to quench his thirst. They run, they run,' spoke the officer on whom he leaned. Who run?' asked Wolfe, as his life was fast ebbing. The French,' replied the officer, 'give way every where.' What,' cried the expiring hero, 'do they run already Go, one of you, to Colonel Burton; bid him march Webb's regiment with all speed to Charles River to cut off the fugitives. Four days before, he had looked forward to early death with dismay. Now, God be praised, I die "The place we first occupied was purchased of happy. These were his words as his spirit es- Mr. C-, a merchant, who took it in payment of caped in the blaze of his glory. Night, silence, sundry large debts, which the owner, a New Eng the rushing tide, veteran discipline, the sure inspi- land loyalist, had been unable to settle. Old Joe ration of genius had been his allies; his battle- H-, the present occupant, had promised to quit field, high over the ocean-river, was the grandest it with his family at the commencement of sleightheatre on earth for illustrious deeds; his victory, ing; and as the bargain was concluded in the one of the most momentous in the annals of man-month of September, and we were anxious to kind, gave to the English tongue and the institutions of the Germanic race the unexplored and seemingly infinite West and North. He crowded into a few hours actions that would have given lustre to length of life; and filling his day with greatness, completed it before its noon."

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Love in a cottage has long been jeered at, and depicted as flying out of the window. It seems miraculous to behold the capricious little deity steadfastly braving, for many a long year, the chilly atmosphere of a log-hut in an American forest. In the year 1832, Mrs. Moodie (here better remembered as Miss Susanna. Strickland, sister of the well-known historian of the English and Scottish Queens) accompanied her husband, a half-pay subaltern, to the backwoods of Canada. Many were her misgivings, and they did not prove unfounded. Long and cruel was the proba tion she underwent, before finding comparative comfort and prosperity in the rugged land where at first she found so much to embitter her existence. Nobly did she bear up under countless difficulties and sufferings, supported by an energy rare in woman, and by her devoted attachment to the husband of her choice. For some years her troubles were not occasional, but continual and increasing. Her first installation in a forest home could hardly have been more discouraging and melancholy than it was:

plough for fall wheat, it was necessary to be upon
the spot. No house was to be found in the imme
diate neighborhood save a small dilapidated log
tenement, on an adjoining farm (which was scarce
ly reclaimed from the bush), that had been some

months without an owner. The merchant assured
such time as it suited H- to remove."
us that this could be made very comfortable until

With singular want of caution, Mr. and Mrs. Moodie neglected to visit this "log tenement" before signing an agreement to rent it. On a rainy September day they proceedto take possession:

* Roughing it in the Bush; or, Life in Canada. vols. Bentley.

"The carriage turned into a narrow, steep path, overhung with lofty woods, and after laboring up it with considerable difficulty, and at the risk of breaking our necks, it brought us at length to a rocky upland clearing, partially covered with a second growth of timber, and surrounded on all sides by the dark forest. I guess,' quoth our Yankee driver, that at the bottom of this 'ere into a short path cut through the wood, he pointswell, you'll find yourself to hum;' and plunging ed to a miserable hut, at the bottom of a steep descent, and cracking his whip, exclaimed, 'It's a smart location that. I wish you Britishers may enjoy it.' I gazed upon the place in perfect dismay, for I had never seen such a shed called a house before. You must be mistaken; that is not a house, but a cattle-shed, or pig-sty.' The man turned his knowing keen eye upon me, and smiled, half humorously, half maliciously, as he said, You were raised in the old country, I guess; you have much to learn, and more perhaps than you'll like to know, before the winter is over.'"

so she had brought one over. "But mind-
don't break it," said she; "'tis the only one
we have to hum, and father says it's so mean
to drink out of green glass"-a sentiment
worthy of a colonel of hussars. Although
quite pleased by such disinterested kindness
and attention, Mrs. Moodie declined the de-
The refusal was unavailing. The lady in
canter, on the double ground of having some
of her own, and of not drinking whisky.
ragged purple set down the bottle on a trunk,
as firmly as if she meant to plant it there,
and took herself off.
The next morning
cleared up the mystery of her perseverance.
"Have you done with that 'ere decanter I
brought across yesterday?" said the 'cute
damsel, presenting herself before Mrs. Moodie
with her bare red knees peeping through her
ragged petticoats, and with face and hands
innocent of soap. The English lady returned
the bottle, with the remark that she had
never needed it.

"I guess you won't return it empty,' quoth the obliging neighbor; that would be mean, father says. He wants it filled with whisky.”

The prophet of evil spoke truly. It was a winter of painful instruction for the inexperienced young woman, and her not very prudent husband. We might fill columns with a bare list of their vexations and disasters. The hearty laugh which this solution of Amongst the former, not the least arose from the riddle provoked from the inmates of the the borrowing propensities of their neighbors. log-house offended the female Yankee, who They had 'located' in a bad neighborhood, in tossed the decanter from hand to hand and the vicinity of a number of low Yankee squat- glared savagely about her. But the ridicule ters, "ignorant as savages, without their was insufficient to deter her from the whisky courtesy and kindness." These people walk- hunt. When assured there was none in the ed unceremoniously at all hours into their place, she demanded rum, and pointed to a wretched dwelling, to criticise their proceed- keg, in which she said she smelt it. Her ings, make impertinent remarks, and to bor-keen olfactories had not deceived her. The row-or rather to beg or steal, for what they rum, she was told, was for the workmen : borrowed they rarely returned. The most extraordinary loans were daily solicited or demanded; and Mrs. Moodie, strange and timid in her new home, and amongst these semi-barbarians--her husband, too, being much away at the farm-for some time dared not refuse to acquiesce in their impudent extortions. Here is a specimen of the style of these miscalled 'borrowings.' On the first day of their arrival, whilst they were yet toiling to exclude wind and rain from the crazy hovel, which their baggage and goods filled nearly to the roof, a young Yankee 'lady' squeezed herself into the crowded

room:

Imagine a girl of seventeen or eighteen years of age, with sharp, knowing-looking features, a forward impudent carriage, and a pert flippant voice, standing upon one of the trunks, and surveying all our proceedings in the most impertinent manner. The creature was dressed in a ragged, dirty, purple stuff gown, cut very low in the neck, with an old red cotton handkerchief tied over her head; her uncombed, tangled locks falling over her thin, inquisitive face in a state of perfect naHer legs and feet were bare, and in her coarse, dirty, red hands she swung to and fro an empty glass decanter."

ture.

The mission of this squalid nymph was not to borrow but to lend. She "guessed the strangers were fixin' there," and that they'd want a glass decanter to hold their whisky,

"I calculate,' was the reply, when you've been here a few months, you'll be too knowing to give rum to helps. But old-country folks are all fools, and that's the reason they get so easily sucked in, and be so soon wound up. Cum, fill the bottle, and don't be stingy. In this country we all live by borrowing. If you want any thing, why, just send and borrow from us.'"

When the decanter was filled and delivered to this saucy mendicant, Mrs. Moodie ventured to petition for a little milk for her infant, but Impudence in purple laughed in her face, and named an exorbitant price at which she would sell it her, for cash on delivery. It seems incredible that, after this ingratitude, Mrs. Moodie continued her 'lendings' to the family of which her new acquaintance was a distinguished ornament.

"The very day our new plough came home, the father of this bright damsel, who went by the familiar name of Old Satan, came over to borrow it (though we afterwards found out that he had a good one of his own). The land had never been broken up, and was full of rocks and stumps, and he was anxious to save his own from injury; the consequence was, that the borrowed implement came home unfit for use, just at the very time we wanted to plough for fall wheat. The same happened to a spade and trowel, bought in order to plaster the house. Satan asked the loan of them for one hour, for the same purpose, and we never saw them again."

The other neighbors were no better. One | said, "and, failing a satisfactory answer, bid Yankee dame used to send over her son, a them leave the house. Or a better way hopeful youth, Philander by name, almost still-buy some small article of them, and bid every morning, to borrow the bake-kettle, in them bring the change." Mrs. Moodie tried which hot cakes were cooked for breakfast. the latter plan, and with no slight success. One day, when Mrs. Moodie was later than usual in rising, she heard from her bedroom the kitchen latch lifted. It was Philander, come for the kettle.

"I(through the partition): 'You can't have it this morning. We cannot get our breakfast without it. Philander: No more can the old wo man to hum,' and, snatching up the kettle, which had been left to warm on the hearth, he rushed out of the house, singing at the top of his voice, 'Hurrah for the Yankee boys!' When James (the servant) came home for his breakfast, I sent him across to demand the kettle, and the dame very coolly told him, that when she had done with it I might have it; but she defied him to take it out of her house with her bread in it."

Since the request of the drover who begged his comrade to lend him a bark of his dog, we have not heard of queerer loans than some of those solicited of Mrs. Moodie :

"That very afternoon, Miss Satan brought me a plate of butter for sale. The price was three and nine pence; twice the sum, by-the-bye, that it was worth. I have no change,'—giving her a dollar-but you can bring it to me to-morrow. Oh! blessed experiment! for the value of one quarter dollar I got rid of this dishonest girl for ever. Rather than pay me, she never entered the house again."

The strange names of some of the farmers and squatters in Mrs. Moodie's neighborhood exceed belief. Amongst the substantial yeomen thereabouts were Solomon Sly, Reynard Fox, and Hiram Dolittle. Ammon and Icha bod were two hopeful Canadian youths, the former of whom-a child of tender yearswas in the habit of hideously swearing at his father, and then scampering across the meadow, and defying the pursuit of his pursy progenitor. This is another family of which Mrs. Moodie gives amusing glimpses, in a style sufficiently masculine, but therefore all the better adapted to the subject:

"Another American squatter was always sending over to borrow a small-tooth comb, which she called a vermin destroyer; and once the same person asked the loan of a towel, as a friend had "The conversation was interrupted by a queer come from the States to visit her, and the only looking urchin of five years old, dressed in a longone she had, had been made into a best pinny' tailed coat and trowsers, popping his black shock for the child: she likewise begged a sight in the head in at the door and calling out, Uncle Joe! looking-glass, as she wanted to try on a new cap, You're wanted to hum.' 'Is that your nephew? to see if it were fixed to her mind. This woman No! I guess it's my woman's eldest son,' said must have been a mirror of neatness when com- uncle Joe, rising; but they call me Uncle Joe. pared with her dirty neighbors. One night I was "Tis a spry chap that-as cunning as a fox. I tell roused up from my bed for the loan of a pair of you what it is he will make a smart man. Go 'steelyards.' For what purpose, think you, gentle home, Ammon, and tell your ma that I am reader? To weigh a new-born infant. The pro- coming. I won't,' said the boy; 'you may go cess was performed by tying the poor squalling hum and tell her yourself. She has wanted wood thing up in a small shawl, and suspending it to cut this hour, and you'll catch it! Away ran the one of the hooks. The child was a fine boy, and dutiful son, but not before he had applied his fore weighed ten pounds, greatly to the delight of the finger significantly to the side of his nose, and, Yankee father. One of the drollest instances of with a knowing wink, pointed in the direction of borrowing I have ever heard of was told me by a hum. Uncle Joe obeyed the signal, drily remarkfriend. A maid-servant asked her mistress to going that he could not leave the barn door without out on a particular afternoon, as she was going to have a party of her friends, and wanted the loan of the drawing-room."

Traits such as these exhibit, more vividly than volumes of description, the sort of savages amongst whom poor Mrs. Moodie's lot was cast. They had all the worst qualities of Yankee and Indian-the good ones of neither. They had neither manners, heart, nor honesty. The basest selfishness, cunning, and malignity were their prominent characteristics. A less patient and good-tempered person than Mrs. Moodie would, however, have had little difficulty in getting rid of the troublesome and intrusive borrowers. They could not bear a sharp rebuke, and, more than once, a happy and pointed retort rid her, for weeks, or even for ever, of the pestilent presence of one or other of them. An English farmer, settled near at hand, to whom she mentioned her annoyances, laughed as well he might at her easy-going toleration. "Ask them sharply what they want," he

the old hen clucking him back. At this period we were still living in Old Satan's log house, and anxiously looking out for the first snow to put us in possession of the good substantial log dwelling occupied by Uncle Joe and his family, which con sisted of a brown brood of seven girls and this highly-prized boy."

The names of the squatter ladies were of a far superior description to those to which their brothers answered. Looking down upon the Old Testament, their godfathers had resorted for suggestions to the Italian Opera, the heathen mythology, and the Minerva press. She of the purple garment was called Emily. This was quiet enough. But her associates were Cinderellas, Minervas, and Almerias; and Amanda was the baptismal appellation of one of Ammon's sisters.

Old Joe, it will be remembered, had agreed to quit, when winter set in, the house belonging to the farm which Mr. Moodie had purchased. But even in civilized and lawyerridden England possession is held to be nine