Sunday.—­Sojourned at Lambton-house for the sake of its name, and walked about this very poor town.  It is a straggling place.  The late Government-house is neither elegant nor commodious, and is now a Sunday-school:  still it is the only house of any importance in the neighbourhood.  We walked down to a spring of mineral water, resembling Harrogate, and one spring much stronger—­kept by a hearty couple, Bone and his wife, from Plymouth.  They propose getting a large hotel built by next year, to vie with Saratoga.  I wish them success.  They were very kind.  Mr. King came and spent the evening with me.

Monday.—­Found the tradesmen of the right sort:  still their operations are confined.  They bitterly complain, and I think justly, of Lord Stanley removing the seat of government.  Rents are reduced half, and many houses are standing empty, and are likely to remain so.  Many had built and enlarged their premises, through the assurance of Sir C. Metcalfe that the Government would not be removed.  Perhaps it was not his fault:  his councillors became, or rather wished to become, his masters; and the removal took place during the illness of Sir C. Bagot.  There is a faction in these provinces who will bring about rebellion and an outbreak worse than those of 1837 and 1838.  I hope I may be deceived.  One thing is certain, the Governor will not get a majority, he having dissolved his Parliament; and if he continues to govern it must be with his Council, without representatives.  My warm-hearted Herefordshire friend, Mr. Wilson, drove me to see the gaol, which is well and wisely governed, and excellently regulated in every respect.  The men are employed as shoemakers, ropemakers, blacksmiths, tailors, carpenters, and stonecutters, and are building the prison, which is far advanced.  The net profits the last year were L3000, after paying all expenses.  The female prisoners are occupied in needlework.  Among them was a beautiful girl of twenty, who had been there nearly three years.  She acted as bearer of secret despatches for the self-styled patriots on Navy Island during the Canadian insurrection; sometimes dressed as a girl, and carrying them in her stays; sometimes attired as a boy, and secreting them in the lining of her hat.  In the latter character she always rode as a boy.  She could govern any horse that any man could ride, and could drive four in hand with the best whip in those parts.  Setting forth on one of her patriotic missions, she appropriated to herself the first horse she could lay her hands on; and this offence had brought her where I saw her.  She had a lovely face, though there was a lurking devil in her bright eye.  I dined with my friend, and went on board the steamer Princess Royal, for Toronto, at eight.