Amongst other noted monuments here is the slab that indicates the last resting place of the young son of Sir Edmund Head, who was accidentally drowned in the St. Lawrence river, and buried here in Mr. Price’s lot. The Price family had long occupied a high position in Quebec society, and been intimate with the families of several of the governors. I see they had the honor of a visit from the Prince on his late trip to Quebec, who lunched with them. I will attempt no further description of old Quebec, Mr. Le Moine has too thoroughly exhausted the subject, but confine myself to a description of people and incidents illustrative of the to me good old times. Perhaps the beauty of the prospective is enhanced by the distance, but to those who have passed the meridian of life the past must ever be dearer than the present, for it alone is peopled with so many of the loved we look for in vain now. So many of my once dear associates have gone on before me, I often ponder on what must be the feelings of one living to a hundred years, who stands totally alone without one he has known in his earlier days to greet him. *IN MEMORIAM.* To my darling husband on the anniversary of his death—September the 14th, 1889. A year has come and gone since, by God’s Holy will You left me, husband darling, and I still Sorrow as in the earlier days, and grieve As only those do who also are bereaved Of one so fondly loved, whose life for years so closely ’twined together It seemed that death itself could never sever The bonds, so firmly bound, in sickness or in health Times of disaster, poverty or wealth, The love which warmer grew with length of year. It seems not possible you’re gone, I here; Be still my heart, ’tis only for a time. God’s will be done, and humbly mine Must bow to His who doeth all things well. Perchance you hear me, darling; who can tell What line divides us? Thought may meet thought On the high shore you stand, And waft a loving greeting to the spirit land. So I’ll not grieve you with my helpless sorrow. But happily look toward that glad to-morrow Will surely reunite us on that Heavenly shore. The time will come, we’ll meet and part no more. *NOVEMBER.*