lue and silver sheen of the spotless
winter?

On the 29th of August they passed Crane Island, the beautiful domain of
Mr. Macpherson, on the north side of the river; and early on the morning
of the 30th, the _Anne_ cast her anchor opposite Grosse Ile.

And here we shall leave our emigrants, in the bustle, confusion, and
excitement of preparing to go on shore, having described the voyage from
thence to Quebec and up the St. Lawrence elsewhere.

If any of my readers should feel interested in the fate of the Lyndsays,
we will briefly add, by way of postscript, all we know concerning them.

The Lyndsays settled upon wild land, and suffered, for some years, great
hardships in the Backwoods. Ultimately Mr. Lyndsay obtained an official
appointment, which enabled him to remove his wife and family to one of
the fast-rising and flourishing towns of the Upper Province, where they
have since resided in great happiness and comfort, and no longer regret
their voyage to Canada, but bless the kind Providence which led them
hither.

As an illustration of that protecting and merciful interposition, so
often manifested by the Great Father to his dependent children, we must
here add, that the two disastrous trips to sea related in the former
part of these volumes, by preventing the Lyndsays from taking passage to
Canada in the _Chieftain_, in all probability were the means of
preserving them from falling victims to the cholera, as all the
passengers in that unfortunate vessel perished with the fatal epidemic.

The _Rachel_, the ship to which Flora felt such an unconquerable
objection, was wrecked upon the banks of Newfoundland, after having been
twelve weeks at sea. The Captain was made a prisoner, and confined
during the greater part of the voyage to his cabin by his brutal sons,
while many of her passengers died of small-pox and want of food.

How kind, then, was the Providence that watched over our poor emigrants;
although, like the rest of the world, they were tempted to murmur at the
provoking delay, nor could discover the beam in the dark cloud, until
the danger was past, and they had leisure to reflect upon the great
perils they had escaped, and the mercies they had received from the
Almighty Disposer of all human destinies.

Musa, King of Grenada, owed his elevation to the throne to a delay of
five minutes: when he requested the executioner, whom his jealous
brother had sent to the prison to take his head, to allow him that