When he had concluded, the weather was somewhat milder, the sleigh was ordered to the door, and we proceeded on our journey, resting for the night at a small village about twenty miles from B—–­, rejoicing that the long distance which separated us from the husband and father was diminished to a few miles, and that, with the blessing of Providence, we should meet on the morrow.

About noon we reached the distant town, and were met at the inn by him whom one and all so ardently longed to see.  He conducted us to a pretty, neat cottage, which he had prepared for our reception, and where we found old Jenny already arrived.  With great pride the old woman conducted me over the premises, and showed me the furniture “the masther” had bought; especially recommending to my notice a china tea-service, which she considered the most wonderful acquisition of the whole.

“Och! who would have thought, a year ago, misthress dear, that we should be living in a mansion like this, and ating off raal chaney?  It is but yestherday that we were hoeing praties in the field.”

“Yes, Jenny, God has been very good to us, and I hope that we shall never learn to regard with indifference the many benefits which we have received at His hands.”

Reader! it is not my intention to trouble you with the sequel of our history.  I have given you a faithful picture of a life in the backwoods of Canada, and I leave you to draw from it your own conclusions.  To the poor, industrious working man it presents many advantages; to the poor gentleman, none!  The former works hard, puts up with coarse, scanty fare, and submits, with a good grace, to hardships that would kill a domesticated animal at home.  Thus he becomes independent, inasmuch as the land that he has cleared finds him in the common necessaries of life; but it seldom, if ever, in remote situations, accomplishes more than this.  The gentleman can neither work so hard, live so coarsely, nor endure so many privations as his poorer but more fortunate neighbour.  Unaccustomed to manual labour, his services in the field are not of a nature to secure for him a profitable return.  The task is new to him, he knows not how to perform it well; and, conscious of his deficiency, he expends his little means in hiring labour, which his bush-farm can never repay.  Difficulties increase, debts grow upon him, he struggles in vain to extricate himself, and finally sees his family sink into hopeless ruin.

If these sketches should prove the means of deterring one family from sinking their property, and shipwrecking all their hopes, by going to reside in the backwoods of Canada, I shall consider myself amply repaid for revealing the secrets of the prison-house, and feel that I have not toiled and suffered in the wilderness in vain.

THE MAPLE-TREE

A CANADIAN SONG