CHAPTER I.
OLD GOVERNMENT HOUSE.
Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land!--_Scott._ A September sunset in Fredericton, A.D.1824.

Much has been said and sung about the beauteous scenes of nature in every clime.

Scott has lovingly depicted his native heaths, mountains, lochs and glens.

Moore draws deep inspiration amid scenes of the Emerald Isle, and strikes his lyre to chords of awakening love, light and song.

Cowper, Southey and Wordsworth raised their voices in tuneful and harmonious lays, echoing love of native home.