several general stores and some very fine houses. There are few more beautiful scenes in Prince Edward Island than the Head of the Bay affords at twilight, with the shadows falling athwart the still water and chasing the sun's rays away to the happy hunting grounds of the west. The fret work of the long bridge looms in the gathering darkness and the head light of the locomotive creeping by the edge of the water crawls wearily round the curve. To complete the charm the sonorons tones of the great church bell ring out the evening Angelus, when, alas! for poetry and sentiment, with one prolonged, unearthly shriek, the train is at the station and true nineteenth century bustle takes the place of moonshine and meditation.