20th.  Mrs. Jameson writes to Mrs. Schoolcraft, from Toronto:  “If I were to begin by expressing all the pain it gave me to part from you, I should not know when or where to end.  I do sometimes thank God, that in many different countries I possess friends worthy that name; kind hearts that feel with and for me; hearts upon which my own could be satisfied to rest; but then that parting, that forced, and often hopeless separation which too often follows such a meeting, makes me repine.  I will not say, pettishly, that I could wish never to have known or seen a treasure I cannot possess:  no! how can I think of you and feel regret that I have known you?  As long as I live, the impression of your kindness, and of your character altogether, remains with me; your image will often come back to me, and I dare to hope that you will not forget me quite.  I am not so unreasonable as to ask you to write to me; I know too well how entirely your time is occupied to presume to claim even a few moments of it, and it is a pity, for ’we do not live by bread alone,’ and every faculty and affection implanted in us by the good God of nature, craves the food which he has prepared for it, even in this world; so that I do wish you had a little leisure from eating and drinking, cares and household matters, to bestow on less important things, on me for instance! poor little me, at the other side of the world.

“Mrs. McMurray has told you the incidents of our voyage to the Manitouline Island, from thence to Toronto; it was all delightful; the most extraordinary scenery I ever beheld, the wildest!  I recall it as a dream.  I arrived at my own house at three o’clock on the morning of the 13th, tired and much eaten by those abominable mosquitoes, but otherwise better in health than I have been for many months.  Still I have but imperfectly achieved the object of my journey; and I feel that, though I seized on my return every opportunity of seeing and visiting the Indian lodges, I know but too little of them, of the women particularly.  If only I had been able to talk a little more to my dear Neengay! how often I think of her with regret, and of you all!  But it is in vain to repine.  I must be thankful for what I have gained, what I have seen and done!  I have written to Mrs. McMurray, and troubled her with several questions relative to the women.  I remark generally, that the propinquity of the white man is destruction to the red man; and the farther the Indians are removed from us, the better for them.  In their own woods, they are a noble race; brought near to us, a degraded and stupid race.  We are destroying them off the face of the earth.  May God forgive us our tyranny, our avarice, our ignorance, for it is very terrible to think of!”