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D05 he wish to escape the heat? He should go to Souris, or West Cape, or some suchresort on one of our bold northern bluffs; and, as he explores the rocky

caves, washed by the cool green sea, or climbs the lofty cliffs swept by the never failing breeze —which (no matter what its direction) is, even in the Dog—days, so tempered as if it had just toyed with the bergs of Greenland,—he may realize and apply, to his heart’s content, and that too without being pack- ed in a barrel, the prin—

ciple of " cold storage.“

Doe: he long for warm and languid waters ? He will find his ideal in one of the many stallow bays that indent the cup of our great crescent; else a10ug the south shore, at Bedeque, Victoria, Traverse, Belfast, or Wood Islands.

Does he pine for inland scenes of sylvan beauty? Then let him pitch his tent with us in some such glade as that so worthily immortalized by Professor Caven’s verse, where, “ Dunk, mourning, meets the tide.”

DUNK RIVER-"THE BRIDGE

There he may cast his toil-worn limbs prone at the river’s margin, dinting deep, and yet sustained by, the springy velvet turf. Soothed by the soft-breathed sighing of spruce, hemlock and fir, hacmatac, birch and maple, let him drink deep into his soul the “beauty born of murmuring sound,” until he lies intoxicated with overflowing sweetness. Let him mark the richness of the image—mirrored in the silver stream, beneath the mighty trees o’erarching coolness; and, as he lifts his lazy