The Mysteries of Montreal: Being Recollections of a Female PhysicianFührer, Ch. (Charlotte)
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The Mysteries of Montreal: Being Recollections of a Female Physician
Führer, Ch. (Charlotte)
Montréal (Québec) -- Fiction; Women physicians -- Fiction
William hailed a cab, and they drove up University street, as far as the
carriage road permitted them. Dismissing the “carter,” they entered the
adjacent field, and ascended by a winding path which at that time
ran through the property of Mr. (now Sir Hugh) Allan. Miss Cuthbert,
although she lived faraway from all mountains or hills of any kind, was
remarkably active, and bounded up the steep ascent like a deer. Mrs.
Clarkson was a _dear_ of another kind, and she was obliged to cling to
her brother-in-law for support, which latter he was by no means adverse
to giving, after about twenty minutes climbing they arrived at the “view
point” immediately over Sir Hugh Allan’s residence, when everything
was immediately forgotten in the inspeakable emotion excited by the
magnificent panorama before them. At their feet lay the beautiful
city, the rows of shade trees, clothed with verdure, lending a gorgeous
setting to the elegant limestone buildings. In front rolled the mighty
St. Lawrence, nearly two miles wide, the vast expanse being relieved
by St. Helen’s Island, with its luxuriant foliage. On the right the
Victoria Bridge, that monument of engineering skill, stretched across
the mighty river towards the picturesque village of St. Lambert; while
further to the westward might be seen Nun’s Island with its shady
groves, at the head of which rushed the boiling waters of the famous
rapids of Lachine. I have in my youth travelled through both Germany and
Switzerland and, later, through the beautiful scenery of New Hampshire
and Vermont, but nowhere do I remember having seen a view so grand, or
a panorama so picturesque, as that to be seen from the brow of Mount
Royal.
For a while the entire party gazed in speechless admiration at the scene
before them, when Miss Cuthbert exclaimed:
“I can say, with the apostle of old, ‘It is good for us to be here.’”
“And build _three tabernacles_? queried Mrs. Clarkson.
“Oh, no, two would do. One for me, and another for you and Mr.
Clarkson.”
At this rejoinder Mrs. Clarkson bit her lips, and changed the
conversation immediately.
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