We want a more equal, more thorough, more harmonious development, and there is nothing to hinder the men of this country from it, except their own supineness, or sordid views.
When the weather did clear, our course up the river was delightful.
Long stretched before us the island of St.Joseph's, with its fair woods of sugar-maple.

A gentleman on board, who belongs to the Fort at the Sault, said their pastime was to come in the season of making sugar, and pass some time on this island,--the days at work, and the evening in dancing and other amusements.

Work of this kind done in the open air, where everything is temporary, and every utensil prepared on the spot, gives life a truly festive air.

At such times, there is labor and no care,--energy with gayety, gayety of the heart.
I think with the same pleasure of the Italian vintage, the Scotch harvest-home, with its evening dance in the barn, the Russian cabbage-feast even, and our huskings and hop-gatherings.

The hop-gatherings, where the groups of men and girls are pulling down and filling baskets with the gay festoons, present as graceful pictures as the Italian vintage.
How pleasant is the course along a new river, the sight of new shores! like a life, would but life flow as fast, and upbear us with as full a stream.