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     Fredericton and the Upper 
     
     St. John River 
     
    
   
   
    
         
     
    
   
   
    
     O matter how Fredericton may be 
     
     approached, from north, east, south 
     
     or west, by land or water, train, car— 
     
     riage, in steamboat or canoe, the im- 
     
     pression sure to be received, as the 
     
     capital is neared, is that of forest 
     
     depths, great rivers and immense na- 
     
     tural resources. A feeling of admira- 
     
     tion and awe, akin to that felt by our 
     
     humble Indian brother as he roamed 
     
     the depths of these noble forests, casts a spell over the thinking 
     
     mind. “For,” says Bryant in his ‘Forest Hymn':—— 
     
    
   
   
    
     ” His simple heart 
     
     Might not resist the sacred influences 
     
     Which, from the stilly twilight of the place, 
     
     And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven 
     
     Mingled their mossy boughs, and from the sound 
     
     Of the invisible breath that swayed at once 
     
     All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed 
     
     His spirit with the thought of boundless power 
     
     And inaccessible majesty.” 
     
    
   
   
    
     As is meet and proper, we do not plunge into the hurly— 
     
     burly Of modern life in Fredericton, the capital city of the province. 
     
     Instead, we reach a peaceful, tree—embowered and altogether de— 
     
     lightful forest city. Here is refinement of life and civilization enough 
     
     to meet all reasonable demands, yet back of all there still reigns 
     
     the too-quickly—vanishing spirit of rest, the absence of haste, the 
     
     old-time simplicity. How delightful if all towns and cities were 
     
     no larger than charming Fredericton, with its modest 8000 inhabi- 
     
     tants. N0 trusts! No cold storage! No horrid skyscrapers! N0 
     
     cars! It sounds too good to be true. And yet at Fredericton no 
     
    
   
   
    
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