their home in the early times, and from them has come the beautiful name, musical as well as poetical, Abegweit or “Resting on the Wave.”

“A speck of green in the restless sea, Its edge girt around with red,

Fanned by the sea—breeze wand'ring free— A clear blue sky o'erhead."

There is a pastoral simplicity and freshness about the island that has a fascination for those who visit its shores each year in such numbers. The early settlement by French peasantry from Bretagne, Picardy and Normandy, the Acadian French from Nova Scotia, and the English and Scotch settlers who followed, all give the pleasant little towns and villages an interesting character. There are good and safe harbors on the south side; but on the north it is difficult to find one, unless it be where :

”When nearing home the reapers go, And Hesper’s dewy light is born; Or Autumn’s moonbeams soft and slow Draw dials round the sheaves of corn, Southward o’er inner tracts and far lVlysterious murmurs wander on— The sound of waves that waste the bar, The sandy bar by Alberton.”

The miniature rivers of the province have a character all their own; and while the land is not one of Hmountain and torrent,” the rippling streams, wooded banks, and smiling verdure on every hand make walks, drives, and boating and canoeing pastimes of happiness and delight.

Numerous and picturesque brooks and mill-streams are quite noticeable features in journeying over the land; and artists, nature- lovers, and those who admire the beautiful will surely linger in many a tranquil and secluded spot on this happy Uisle of the summer sea” to drink deep of scenes that are both choice and unique.

“And one still pool as slow the day declines, Holds close the sunset’s glory in its deeps In colors that no mortal tongue could name.”

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