The next day saw us safely moored in the port of Montreal, just forty-five days from our departure from the London Docks.  Montreal is a handsome town, well situated, and must eventually become the most important city in British North America.  The river here is very broad.  The Lachine rapids commence immediately above the town, which are an impediment to the navigation, now obviated by a canal terminating at the village of Lachine, I believe nine miles distant from Montreal.

I took my passage in a Durham boat, bound for Kingston, which started the next day.  We had hard work poling up the rapids.  I found I had fallen in with a rough set of customers, and determined in my own mind to leave them as soon as possible, which I happily effected the next evening when we landed at Les Cedres.  Here the great Otawa pours its mighty stream into the St. Lawrence, tinging its green waters with a darker hue, which can be traced for miles, till it is ultimately lost in the rapids below.

I now determined to walk to Prescot, where I knew I should be able to take the steam-boat for Kingston, on Lake Ontario.  At the Coteau du Lac I fell in with a Roman Catholic Irishman, named Mooney.  We travelled in company for three days, and as I had nothing else to do, I thought I might as well make an effort to convert him.  However, I signally failed; and only endangered my own head by my zeal.

In the heat of argument and the indiscretion of youth, I used expressions which the Papist considered insulting to his religion.  He was not one to put up patiently with this, so he would fire up, twirl his blackthorn round his head, and say, “By St. Patrick, you had better not say that again!” In everything else we agreed well enough; but I found, on parting, that all my eloquence had been entirely thrown away.  Mr. Mooney remained just as firm a Roman Catholic as ever.  Indeed, it was the height of presumption in me, a boy in my twentieth year, to attempt the conversion of such a strict Romanist as this Irishman.

The weather was excessively fine.  The trees were just bursting into leaf.  The islands in the St. Lawrence, which are here numerous, wore the brightest hues, and presented a charming contrast to the foaming rapids.

I remained two or three days at Prescot, waiting the arrival of my baggage, which I had left on board the Durham boat.  I amused myself during the interval by taking walks in the neighbourhood.  The land appeared very sandy, the timber being chiefly hemlock:  the situation of the town is good.  Steam-navigation commenced at this place, and now that the Welland Canal is completed, it affords an uninterrupted navigation be borne in mind that at the time of which I am to the head of Lakes Huron and Michigan.  It must speaking (1825), the great St. Lawrence Canal and the Rideau were not commenced, but since their completion the Durham boats and small steamers have given place to a set of superb boats affording the best accommodation, whereby the passage from Montreal to Toronto can be performed at half the expense, and in one-third of the time.