Adieu, ye joys of fair Quebec! We've got what's coarsely termed the sack. Adieu, kind homes that we have entered; What hopes and joys are around ye centered! Adieu, ye flights of Lower Town stairs! To mount you often, no one cares. Adieu, that Club, with cook whose skill Makes none begrudge his dinner bill. Adieu, O sunny Esplanade! You suit us loungers to a shade. Adieu, thou Platform, rather small, For upper-ten, the band and all. And Music Hall! adieu to thee! Ne'er kinder audiences we'll see; There on each 'Stadacona' night, 'Ye antient citie' proves its right To boast of beauty, whose fair fame, To us at Malta even came. Adieu, O Rink, and 'thrilling steel,' Another sort of thrill we feel, As eye entranced, those forms we follow, And see the Graces beaten hollow. Adieu, John's Gate! your mud and mire Must end in time, _as does each fire_! Adieu, that pleasant four-mile round, By bilious subs so useful found. Adieu, Cathedral! and that choir, All eye and ear could well desire. Adieu, that service--half-past three— And chance walks after, home to tea. And 'city fathers,' too, adieu! Sorry we shan't know more of you. Adieu, your daughters passing fair, In dancing, skating, who so rare? Adieu, too soon, O Citadel! Adieu, hogs-back, we like thee well, Though when on _poudré_ days we've crossed, Noses and ears we've all but lost. Adieu, to Montmorency's Fall! Adieu, ye ice-cones large and small! Who can forget the _traîneau's_ leap From off that icy height, so steep; It takes your breath as clean away As plunge in air--at best you may Get safely down, and borne along, Run till upset; but ah! if wrong At first, you take to turning round, The _traîneau_ leaves you, and you're found Down at the bottom, rolling still, Shaken and bruised and feeling ill. Adieu, ye lakes and all the fishing! To cast a fly we've long been wishing. One last adieu! sorry are we That this must be our p.p.c.! Folly to think we'll feel resigned In leaving you, who've proved so kind. Our bark of happiness goes wreck, In quitting you, far-famed Quebec! _--P.P.C., of the 25th K.O.B._