his book-store. He was very pleased to see us and had many questions to ask of the Island and friends here, and urged us to visit him at his home. We then took a trip across on the ferry to Carleton, the lofty elevator taking our attention. We asked for admission which they said was against a law they seldom break. However, they not only took us in, but conducted us to the top where the people below reminded me of Gulliver's Lilliputians. After this we visited the ruins of the late fire. It is a clean sweep. Only one house is left in the centre, in which the writer spent many happy hours in the days of long ago. We then took a drive across the suspension bridge through Fairville on the to Spruce Lake. This is a beautiful drive and much like our Island home. On Friday evening at 4.10 we took the CPRfor Boston. We held our breath for a minute as we crossed the great Cantilever Bridge and then we hurried on following the St. fohn until we branched off into the woods and into darkness. Then comes the bustle, trunks and all hand baggage to be examined. In this I had quite an experience, having a large trunk full of dutiable goods which I had to unlock three times and tell why I was taking them. I told the truth and that is what saved me as I passed free in coming back. The sight being fine we had a lovely trip flying over the road at a terrific rate. About 7 next morning we pulled into Boston. It was on a holiday in commemoration of . Here we had a number of friends to meet us and soon obtained a view of the large city with its towering walls and stately splendor. Going direct to we pitched our tent with Mr. Waite of the firm of Waite and Watson. Sunday morning we went to the Fourth Presbyterian Church, Rev. Mr. Cameron pastor. In the afternoon we went through , a beautiful spot, to Cemetery where some of our loved ones were sleeping This is a lovely place all planted with trees and laid off in walks, the whole landscape being one immense flower-bed at which the eye can never tire looking. The graves are not raised up like ours but are one level bed, andasuie gazed on the scene before us we thought of what the sight would be when all that are in the graves shall hear His voice. Returning home we attended the M.E. Church , Rev. Mr. Green pastor. Monday we began to do , and visited Waite and Watson's factory. They are doing a rushing business having 27 houses on hand. This part of Boston seems to be a nest of Islanders too numerous to mention, as they call you out on every side. In the afternoon we took a drive through the city. Next day we attended a wedding where we met a number of friends who welcomed us to Boston, one being a playmate of fifty years ago. On Thursday we proceeded to Winthrop, which is a beautiful city, and where we met many friends. Next day we took a drive through Cambiidge and also through the country. The more one travels the more one sees the evidences of enterprise of the American people. They snatch hundreds of acres of land from the sea, saying to the ocean, "Thus far thou shall come and no farther", convert it into lovely flower gardens, parks and places of amusement for the people who rush out of the city every evening and on Sunday in thousands looking for some pure air. Everywhere the hose and wateringcarts are busy, there being no rain this summer. Wherever grass is seen it is brown and withered. Our next drive was to Dorchester which like the rest is one immense park. 78