found, upon this point of land, which guards the southern entrance to George¬ town Harbour, a large and venerable house. It was going to ruin, IndianG used it as a shelter, and sheep herded in its cellars, tut it here signs of past Importance, it was "built and planned on a luxurious scale and the roof was covered with lead, a sure sign of the nationality of its "builders. There can "be little doubt that it was a French mansion of consiflerable im¬ portance in the dayE of the old regime, Mr. McDonald repaired it, fnd lived in it for some time. It then passed in to the hands of the Wightman family who still reside there. Below the point on which this house is built, a few hundred yards from the shore was at one time a pretty little Island, which was in the last century a French burial ground. The early Scotch Catholics of these parts preferred to bury their dead on but the availed themselves of the more ancient cemetery, having perhaps, a vague idea that they would profit by the blessing breathed over its precientots by the holy men of old. Up to the last fifty years burials were com.non on the little Island, then time and tide began to encroach on its shores, bit by bit it crumbled away, boys going there to play would find slculls, arms, and legs lying about in most unseenly fashion on the shore. The bank receded little by little, until at length it was decided to exhume the bones of the dead, which were all removed to a. small enclosure on St. Andrew's Point, exactly opposite to the Island, where they were re-interred. This new site was used as a place of burial for many yerrs, but finally fell into disuse, now it is a tangled thicket, without fence or boundary. A few handsome headstones denote the last resting place of those who have more recently jcined the si .'epers in this city of th<? ;ead, but for the most part the graves are Unmarked' except by a broken bit of Island sandstone, and tmcared for save by nature who has thrown a soft green covering of mest above