"For the rest of my story, it is explained by what you have witnessed, Edward. The Seneca youth has visited his people, and returned here just as Felice is on the eve of departure for France, in compliance with her father's requisition. As to the future, whether she will remain constant to her lover, as we are not seers, we cannot predict--we can only guess." Edward and Julia professed unbounded confidence in Felice's fidelity. Mr. Morris did not see what the girl could do better. Indian she undoubtedly was, and he thought it was a clear case for the application of the Scottish proverb, 'hawks won't pick out hawks' een;' at any rate it would be a piece of effrontery for her to turn her back upon her indian lover, and expect to win a white one. Mr. and Mrs. Sackville thought it possible that Julia might find Frenchmen in whose estimation an ample fortune would atone for the slight dishonour of her maternal ancestry. Our travellers proceeded without accident or adventure along the accustomed route through fine villages, whose rapid growth to maturity remind one of the construction of a fairy palace by the touch of a magician's wand. A few years ago this country was unexplored save by the indian hunter, or perhaps a devoted missionary, or lawless trader. A wheel had never entered it--a _shodden_ horse was a curiosity; now, the road is thronged with market-waggons, stage coaches, and carriages filled with idle, curious, or classic travellers, who go to 'the Falls' to kill time, to increase their stores of knowledge, or to gratify taste. Mr. Sackville was constantly directing his children's observation to the prompt enterprise and industry so conspicuous in a new country, and stimulating their patriotism by pointing out to them the increasing riches and resources of their native land. "For my own part," he said, "I prefer the sentiment that is inspired by the peaceful triumphs of man over nature, to the patriotism that is kindled on battle-grounds--if not as romantic, it is certainly more innocent." "Then I suppose, papa," said Edward, "that you prefer Virgil's georgics to his epic."