BELLA FERMOR TO MISS RIVERS

# Oh! we are vastly to be pitied ; no beaux at all at the general's, only about six to one ; a pretty proportion, and what IL hope always to see. We—the ladies £ mean—drink chocolate with the general to-morrow, and he gives us à ball on Thursday ; you would not know Quebec again,nothing but smiling faces now all gay as never was; the sweatest country in the world. Never expect to see me in England again ; oneis really somebody here, Ihave been asked to dance by only twenty seven, .... ‘

BELLA FERMOR, ‘ “ SILLERY ; cight in the evening,

(BELLA FEermor T0 Lucy RIVERS]

“ Absolutely, Lucy, E will marry a Savage and turn squaw, [a pretty soft name for an Indian Princess ! Never was anything s0 delightful as their lives. They talk of french husbands, but commend me to an Indian,one who lets his wife ramble five hundred miles without asking where she is going.

1 was sitting after dinner, with a book, in a thicket of hawthorn near the beach, when a loud laugh called my attention to the river, where EL saw na canos of savages making to the shore. There were six Women and two or three children, without one man amongst them. They landed and tied the canos to the root of a tree, and finding out the most agreable, shady spot among the bushes with which the bench was covered, which happened to be very near me, made a fire, on which they laid some fish to broil, and fetching water from the river, sat down on the grass to their frugal repast I stole softly to the house, and ordering à servant to bring some wine and cold provisions, returned to my squaws. I asked them in french if they were from Lorette, they shook their heads—[ repeated the question in English, when the oldsst of the women told me they were not; that their Country was on the borders of New-England; that their husbands being on a hunting party in the woods, curiosity and the desire to see their brethren the English who had conquered Quebee, had brought them up the great river, down which they would return as soon as they had seen Montreal. She courteously asked me to sit down and eat with them, which EI complied with and produced my part of the feast. We soon became good company and brightened the chain of friendship with two bottles of wine, which put them in such spirits that they danced, sang, shook me by the hand, and grew 80 fond of me that I began to be afraid I should not easily get rid of them.

Adieu! my father is just come in, and has brought some company with him from

« Quebec to supper.

B. FERMOR,

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him from

. Son roman, tiré à une seconde édition, ne ferait pas aujourd’hui la fortune d’un libraire, Ses héroïnes et ses héros sont généralement trop parfaits ; leur langage est guindé, froid, diffus : des Lovelace--des Pamela—des Clarissa Harlowe,—tels que Richardson nous les donne. Quant à moi, mon cher antiquaire, je préfère la coquette, la gaie Bella Fermor, à la tendre, à la “divine” Emily.

Bella ajoute de par temps à autre, d’aimables netits Postscriptum à ses billets : “Adieu, Emily, I am going to ramble in the woods and pick berries with a little smiling civil captain who is enamoured of me, A pretty rural amusement for lovers.” N'est-ce pas ? En effet, quel charmant passe-temps, un vrai rêve d’Arcadie, pour une donzelle de seize ans !

Mais je m'arrête, Par les extraits ci-joints vous pourrez juger du roman de madame Brookc—En tous cas, vous ne trouverez pas malséant que M. Wheeler ait jugé à propos de perpétuer la mémoire d'Emily Montague et vous approuverez, j'espère, les vers de Moore qu'il s’est choisis comme devise,

L'on doit à M. Wheeler la fontaine S. Afichael's Well, récemment ouverte au public.