We went in a large company to look at his beautiful grounds and residence, over which we were politely conducted by his amiable lady.
It was indeed a lordly mansion, with its surroundings laid out in the English style of princely magnificence.
On our return to the city at evening, we were invited to attend a grand soiree, got up in honor of the Bishop's first visit to that place.

Several families of colored people combined to provide the splendid entertainment, while one lady presided at the board.

She was very beautiful and very dark; but a complete model of grace and elegance, conversing with perfect ease and intelligence with all, both black and white ministers, who surrounded the festive board, as well as our Irish friends, not a few of whom were present.

One honest son of the Emerald Isle entered, and not understanding the matter, inquired of his brother "Pat," in rather a loud whisper, "What's all them nagurs setting to that table for ?" He, however, soon satisfied himself, and all passed off quietly and in excellent order.
At a late hour the company, after a benediction, withdrew and dispersed.
We left Hamilton the following morning, feeling grateful and pleased with our meeting and visit.
It was a beautiful morning; the lake was still, no sound was heard but the rushing waves, as our boat moved on through its placid waters, toward our destination, then called Fort George, now Niagara, where we took stage for the Falls.
At that place of resort, we stopped to view the stupendous work of Almighty God, and listen to the ceaseless thundering of the cataract.

How tame appear the works of art, and how insignificant the bearing of proud, puny man, compared with the awful grandeur of that natural curiosity.