in the morning. We sailed about 8 o'clock for Burlington, in the steam-boat, on board which, we found many of those who had accompanied us from Quebec. The sail through the Narrows was uninteresting, and for some hours we saw nothing but flat banks half cleared to the depth of perhaps an acre into the adjoining wood. About 12 o'clock, we passed the 45th degree of latitude, the boundary line between Canada and the United States. A fort which the Americans built here at a great expense, (I believe since the war) as they conceived within their lines, has been decided by the Commissioners to fall within ours; the pathetic appeals of the American astronomers to the inexorable stars notwithstanding. It is accordingly become ours by the terms of the treaty, to the mortification, as you will readily conceive, of the United States.

I quitted his Majesty's dominions with reluctance, and felt some regret on bidding a final adieu to the Canadians; since, indolent as they are, and averse to improvement, there is a simplicity and civility in their manners, which pleased me the more, perhaps, in contrast with the cold demeanour of their neighbours. That coldness, indeed, has been much exaggerated, and never indicated, as far as my experience went, an

indisposition to oblige. The Canadian peasants, or the "habitans," all speak French; and many of them nothing else, so that some knowledge of the language is absolutely necessary to a traveller, who deviates at all from the high road.

Soon after we had passed the lines, the Lake began to expand, and the green mountains of Vermont on the one side, and some lofty mountains, in the State of New York, on the other, presented several beautiful views; but no single view, I think, equal to the scenery of our lakes. In the afternoon, we passed Plattsburgh, (only too memorable in recent history,) and at seven o'clock, arrived at Burlington, on the Vermont side. Here I found that the Boston stage did not run the following morning, and that I could return in time for it the succeeding day, after visiting Crown Point and Ticonderoga, of no small historical interest, and Lake George, which is considered the most beautiful lake in America. I accordingly continued in the steam-boat, (where my servant was enjoying a better bed than he would have found on shore,) till two o'clock in the morning, when we arrived at Ticonderoga. I sat in the kitchen till five o'clock, when I breakfasted; and leaving my servant in bed, crossed the narrows of Lake

Champlain, and walked two miles to Lake George, where, with some difficulty, I obtained a boat to take me a few miles up the Lake, which I believe is the most beautiful in North America, and more resembles ours than any I have yet seen. On my return, I visited the fort at Ticonderoga, and the various points in the neighbourhood, which you will recollect as connected with the name of Burgoyne, and reached my inn, at three o'clock, very much tired, and ready for dinner. The inn was a small country tavern; but, as usual in America, not destitute of books. Among others, I found Doddridge's Rise and Progress; other religious books; and the Poems of Young and Walter Scott.

At five o'clock, the steam-boat returned from Whitehall, and set us down at Burlington, 45 miles from our inn, at twelve o'clock, having carried us 90 miles since seven o'clock the preceding evening, and enabled me to see several objects of great interest in the hours which would otherwise have been spent in Burlington.

3d Sept.-I arrived here last night, and proceed to Boston to-morrow. This is the capital of New Hampshire, and a neat little town, with a handsome Presbyterian church, and rather an imposing state-house.

It is a beautiful autumnal day, and the windows of my comfortable inn, though in the middle of the town, command a pretty rural view. There being no Episcopal church, I attended the Presbyterian. Two peculiarities struck me there; one, that of obliging candidates for church membership to stand forward, in the face of the congregation, during the solemn ceremony of admission; the other, that of reading aloud the contents of various slips of paper, sent by individuals, requesting the prayers of the church that the loss of their fathers, brothers, or other relatives, might be sanctified to their eternal interests. This afternoon, we had an excellent sermon from the Professor of a College, in the State of Maine, and a collection for a society for preparing young men for the ministry. In my bed-room are two large volumes of Scott's Bible. I observe the other volumes in other rooms in the house.

Letter XXV.

Andover, Massachusetts, 4th Sept. 1820.

WE left Burlington, a neat town on Lake Champlain, at five o'clock, with eleven passengers, in a crowded stage. Our road lay almost due east across the State of Vermont, and was in a high degree, beautiful and romantic. We breakfasted at a moderate inn at Richmond, where some of the passengers, on their way from Canada, congratulated themselves that they were in the land of American breakfast and tea-tables again, where meat, and fish, seldom fail to make their appearance. The five o'clock dinner-hour, at the excellent inn at Montreal, and the genteel tea-table, with cake only, were severely commented upon by some New England passengers, who had been accustomed to earlier hours and more substantial fare. At one o'clock, we reached Montpelier, where the civility of our host gave me a favourable impression of a New England landlord.— Montpelier is the capital of Vermont; and although small, appears, like the small towns