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     Souris Head and Sheep Pond. Along the coast, 
     
     proceeding to the northeast, are tide inlets, nearly 
     
     barred up with sand, and having small streams at 
     
     their head, places only fit for small craft and boats. 
     
     Colville River, situate in Colville Bay, between 
     
     Souris Head and Swanton Point, 12 miles N.E. from 
     
     Boughton Point, is an important place, where the 
     
     produce ofthe eastern parts of the Island are mostly 
     
     shipped. Colville Bay affords good anchorage with 
     
     ofllshore winds, and the settlement ofSouris, and the 
     
     Catholic church, is seen on its eastern Shore, Sharp 
     
     clifl‘y headlands distinguish this locality, from 25m 
     
     50 feet high. The coast to the eastward of Colville 
     
     Bay is bold and free from danger, excepting what is 
     
     called the Harvey reef, of? Harvey Point, but the 
     
     Shallop rock can be always seen. At Basin head, 
     
     a mile further east, the cliffs terminate, and sandhills 
     
     and sandy beach form the shore nearly to EAST 
     
     POINT, 9 miles off. There is here a sheet of water, 
     
     called the East Lake. But we have now reached 
     
     our destination, East Point, and will close this chap- 
     
     ter on the red sandstone cliff, about 60 feet high, 
     
     and we observe the tide running here at the rate of 
     
     - 2% knots, and the silver moon at full gives a rippling 
     
     lustre that almost speaks words ofintelligence from 
     
     her round features. With Jane Taylor one can 
     
     hardly help exclaiming: 
     
    
   
   
    
     What is it gives thee, mild Queen of the night, 
     
     That secret intelligent grace? 
     
    

    
     Or why should I gaze with such pensive delight, 
     
     0n thy fair, but insensible face? 
     
    

    
     What gentle enchantment possesses thy beam, 
     
     Beyond‘the warm sunshine of day ! 
     
    

    
     Thy bosom is cold as the glittering stream, 
     
     Where dances thy tremulous ray ! 
     
    

    
     Yet soothing thou art, and for ever I find, 
     
     Whilst watching thy gentle retreat, 
     
    

    
     A moonlight composure steal over my mind, 
     
     Poetical—pensive and sweet.