When on travel, gifts are not looked for by waiters, chambermaids, or coachmen. A gift from any one, stamps his character as a green-horn-one with more money than brains. Bravo, Canadians! John Bull thinks this good, and admires your spirit.

TAVERN KEEPERS.

Canadian Tavern keepers, in some respects, are the most accommodating people in existence. Nothing can exceed their liberality and impartial attention to people on travel. When the winter winds are blowing, and storms are raging with impetuous fury, their hospitable roof affords shelter to the way-worn traveller, where his drooping spirits are cheered by the exhilarating heat of a roaring wood fire, flaming on the hearth, to give warmth to his frozen limbs. A long bench, standing before it, on which he may rest his wearied and benumbed limbs; and, at the word of command, a jug of whiskey is placed before him, from which he may help himself with a hearty welcome, at his own

cost.

When people are on travel, whether they drive up to a Tavern in a waggon or potter's cart, a gig or curricle, with few exceptions, no distinction is made-no partial attention shown. Splendid equipages here excite but little attention or curiosity. Self-love is their main-spring of action, to command attention at the

bar to the votaries of Bacchus. Here is no breaking of bones over objects, in their haste to curtsy at the door. Gold here is valued as much that flows from plebeian's pouch, as from a silken purse.

In Canada, we seldom hear a direct answer given. When in conversation, if a question is asked, "I guess" (aYankee phrase) is generally introduced in their replies. And although it may be considered merely a proverbial expression, it has, in some degree, a tendency to impress the minds of strangers that there is no decision of character in the country.

In relating any eventful occurrence, it might be surmised that people anticipate their story will be disbelieved, particularly since they generally close the last sentence with this very forcible expression-“ And that's a fact." Then follows this remarkable exclamation, from some of the astounded hearers "Is it pau-sible?”

Canadians have a peculiar dialect. Their vocabulary is quite of the new school, and rather difficult to define. Their words also take a direction through a different channel from that of the old country. Their nostrils are put in full operation to give vent to their utterance, which flows with great rapidity, and receives an additional charm from the majestic manner in which they deliver their sentiments. Indeed, they discharge their

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words with the rattling speed and perspicuity of an alarum clock.

To witness a company of people assembled together, one might be led to suppose, from their manner and gestures, that they had something of the greatest importance to communicate. Indeed, aping the Yankee is one of their chief studies and delight. And nothing is well received, without it savours a little of the Yankee tincture.

The dialect of females in general, without reference to rank or station, is quite of the musical order; and when their conversation is agreeable, their voice and utterance is melody; and is calculated to produce on the mind both astonishment and delight.

In transacting business, some of the Yankeefied Canadians will fix their eyes, sparkling with craft and cunning, upon their victim, and with a few graceful nods of the head, and hypocritical moves of their hands, endeavour forcibly to insinuate that duplicity's empire is not in the region of their heart. But strangers must be on their guard, since full scope is given to every faculty of the mind to deceive them. Indeed, treachery is in some circles lauded as a merit; therefore great discrimination and long experience are requisite to inspire the mind with any degree of confidence. Canadians, well Yankeefied,

Will drop you in, and that's their pride.
Then always mind-be inch and yard,

Steady in movements-on your guard.

Many English people reside in Upper Canada; but some of those who came young, and have been a few years amalgamated with the natives, have so assimilated their customs, manners, and dialect to that of the country, that it is difficult to distinguish them,—only that they become rather more in the Yankeefied extreme.

The customary manner of accosting each other in complimentary terms of address, amongst the most refined of the lower and middle classes of inhabitants, especially the back-wood's men, is simply-" Now daddy-mammy"—or, "Now old man." This mode of expression seems quite proverbial. Scarcely any other is observed to convey their courteous address throughout the united province of Canada.

Females of no mean quality frequently go barefooted, in the summer; even dirty weather does not induce them to shelter their delicate feet from immodest exposure.

CHARACTER OF THE COUNTRY.

In most countries a degree of nationality is observable in the character of the inhabitants.

In Canada, people are accustomed to set out to

travel great distances on foot; and if they are overtaken on the road by carriages not over-burdened, it is seldom that the drivers of teams refuse them accommodation, if respectfully solicited, for the favour of a conveyance, to people of orderly appearance.

This admirable spirit seems generally to prevail throughout the upper province of the United Canadas. And it is seldom that a disposition is evinced to extort a cent from the pockets of the parties so agreeably accommodated, let the distance be what it may; and a few glasses of Sir John Barleycorn, or now and then a little of that invaluable beverage called whiskey, affords every satisfaction required as a recompense for the favour.

There are also other characteristics equally worthy of notice. There is not, perhaps, a more benevolent people in existence, to the poor broken-down wanderer, in his peregrinations through the country, than the Canadians. They have willing hearts to give people support, when they have the means to bestow.

These are traits in their character, which I consider deserve especially to be noticed, as forming laudable features in the national character of the people of Canada.

JOURNEY TO THE CELEBRATED FALLS OF

NIAGARA.

I took steam-boat at Toronto, on the 21st June,