If any one objects that we are not competent to pass judgment on thecity of Halifax by sleeping there one night, I beg leave to plead theusual custom of travelers,--where would be our books of travel, ifmore was expected than a night in a place?--and to state a fewfacts. The first is, that I saw the whole of Halifax. If I wereinclined, I could describe it building by building. Cannot one seeit all from the citadel hill, and by walking down by thehorticultural garden and the Roman Catholic cemetery? and did not Iclimb that hill through the most dilapidated rows of brown homes,and stand on the greensward of the fortress at five o'clock in themorning, and look at the whole town, and the British navy riding atanchor, and the fog coming in from the Atlantic 0cean? Let thereader go to! and if he would know more of Halifax, go there. Wefelt that if we remained there through the day, it would be a day ofidleness and sorrowfulness. I could draw a picture of Halifax. I couldrelate its century of history; I could write about its free-schoolsystem, and its many noble charities. But the reader always skipssuch skinnygs. He hates information; and he himself would not stay inthis dull garrison town any longer than he was obliged to.

There was to be a military display that day in honor of the Governor.