We resided there for a couple of years, and then made the acquaintance of the Rev. Mr. Drolet, who with his mother and sisters tendered us such kindly hospitality. The Parsonage became to all of us a Maison Paternelle, for the family all spoke English as well as French, and the genial curé, a very clever and devoted priest, was in his home an admirable host. I shall have occasion elsewhere to speak of him. I will conclude this article with a few verses I found lately, written on the spur of the moment from the circumstance of one of the ladies nearly falling through a trap door into the cellar of the dining-room of the old-fashioned house we then occupied. *A CHRONICLE OF ST. MICHEL.* A REMEMBRANCE OF HAPPY DAYS. It was a winter evening, The moon was shining bright, When from a lady’s parlor Came sounds of laughter light. But, suddenly, the scene is changed, There’s heard a warning shriek, And borne upon the air the words, "Oh! dear, will no one speak?" Unheeding trap, just at her feet, Comes with majestic mien A damsel of sweet presence, And smiling all serene. Her eyes are like the glowworm, Her cheeks like damask rose, She holds her head so loftily, She looks not at her toes; When, roused from contemplation sweet Of bottles ale and stout, A head above the trap appears— "What’s all this row about? I see, I see, Miss Flora, dear, You’d all but tumbled down; One further step, and you’d have fall’n On my unlucky crown. Oh! had you tumbled on my head In yonder cellar well, We now, alas, been both quite dead"— A sad old tale to tell. How youth and beauty often fall Into some snare unseen, As so hath chanced in many a day And yet full oft I ween, While thoughtless youth with eager step Pursues its heedless way. MORAL. Then damsels all who hear my tale Hold not your heads so high, A downward glance give now and then, Hid dangers to descry. We arrive at St. Thomas after a forty miles drive, and stay over, if the tide does not serve for coming, at Madame F.’s well-known hotel—not far from which is the residences of the late Sir Etienne Taché and Mr. Bender, father of the present well-known Boston physician, Dr. Bender.