hoary head of an old ash tree, under which tradition shows us the venerable _Mother de l'Incarnation_, catechising the Indian children and teaching the young girls of the colony." [46] After more than two centuries of existence, the old ash tree succumbed lately to a storm. Laval, Attorney-General Ruette D'Auteuil, Louis de Buade, Ste. Hélène (†) seem to come back to life in the ancient streets of the same name, whilst Frontenac, Iberville, Piedmont, are brought to one's recollection, in the modern thoroughfares. The old Scotch pilot, Abraham Martin, (who according to the _Jesuits' Journal_, might have been a bit of a scamp, although a church chorister, but who does not appear to have been tried for his peccadiloes,) owned a domain of thirty-two acres of land in St. John's suburbs, which were bounded towards the north, by the hill which now bears his name (_La Côte d'Abraham_.) Mythology has exacted a tribute on a strip of ground in the St. Louis suburbs. The chief of the pagan Olympus boasts of his lane, "Jupiter street," so called after a celebrated inn, Jupiter's Inn, on account of a full sized statue of the master of Olympus which stood formerly over the main entrance. In the beginning of the century, a mineral spring, of wondrous virtue, attracted to this neighbourhood, those of our _bon vivants_ whose livers were out of order. Its efficacy is now a thing of the past! That dear old street,--St. George street formerly,--now called after the first settler of the Upper Town in 1617, _Louis Hébert_, by the erection of the lofty Medical College and Laval University, for us has been shorn of its name--its sunshine--its glory, since the home [47] of our youth, at the east end, has passed into strange hands. It is now _Hébert_ street, by order of the City council. Opposite to the antique and still stately dwelling, lately owned by Jos. Shehyn, M.P.P., is a house formerly tenanted by Mr. J. Dyke. In the beginning of this century it was occupied by an old countryman, remarkable, if not for deep scientific attainments, at least for shrewd common sense and great success in life--Mr. P. Paterson, the proprietor of the extensive mills at Montmorency--now owned by the estate of the late George Benson Hall, his son-in-law.