l States of the Northwest;
Mexico, perhaps, will join the Confederacy, and Western America will
doubtless vie with Eastern Russia in power, in progress, and in the
glories of the achievements of the arts and sciences. Our Rhine has
the future: let the old Rhine have the past."

The Class approached Quebec at night. The scene was beautiful: like a
city glimmering against the sky, the lights of the lower town, of the
upper town, and of the Castle standing on the heights, shone brightly
against the hills; and the firing of guns and the striking of bells
were echoed from the opposite hills of the calm and majestic river.

The Class spent a day at Quebec, chiefly on the Terrace,--one of the
most beautiful promenades in the world. From the Terrace the boys saw
the making up of the emigrant trains on the opposite side of the
river, where the steamer had landed, and saw them disappear along the
winding river, going to the great province of Ontario, the lone woods
of Muskoka, and the far shores of the Georgian Bay.

[Illustration: A NEW ENGLAND IN THE WEST.]

[Illustration: NEAR QUEBEC.]

"I wish we might make a Zigzag journey on the St. Lawrence," said
Charlie Leland.

"And collect the old legends, stories, and histories of the Indian
tribes, and the early explorers and French settlers," added Mr. Beal.
"Perhaps some day we may be able to do so. I am in haste to return to
the States, but I regret to leave a place so perfectly beautiful as
the Terrace of Quebec. It is delightful to sit here and see the
steamers go and come; to watch the bright, happy faces pass, and to
recall the fact that the river below is doubtless to be the water-path
of the nations that will most greatly influence future times. But our
journey is ended: let us go."

ON THE TERRACE,--QUEBEC.

Alone, beside these peaceful guns
I walk,--the eve is calm and fair;
Below, the broad St. Lawrence runs,
Above, the castle shines in air,
And o'er the breathless sea and land
Night stretches forth her jewelled hand.

Amid the crowds that hurry past--
Bright faces like a sunlit tide--
Some eyes the gifts of friendship cast
Upon me, as I walk aside,
Kind, wordless welcomes understood,
The Spirit's touch of brotherhood.

Below, the sea; above, the sky,
Smile each to each, a vision fair;
So like Faith's zones of light on high,
A sphere seraphic seems the air,
And l