who, blushing slightly (she could blush at pleasure), turned away her
head, and appeared to be quite confused.

William hailed a cab, and they drove up University street, as far as
the carriage road permitted them. Dismissing the "carter," they
entered the adjacent field, and ascended by a winding path which at
that time ran through the property of Mr. (now Sir Hugh) Allan.
Miss Cuthbert, although she lived faraway from all mountains or
hills of any kind, was remarkably active, and bounded up the steep
ascent like a deer. Mrs. Clarkson was a _dear_ of another kind, and
she was obliged to cling to her brother-in-law for support, which
latter he was by no means adverse to giving, after about twenty
minutes climbing they arrived at the "view point" immediately over
Sir Hugh Allan's residence, when everything was immediately
forgotten in the inspeakable emotion excited by the magnificent
panorama before them. At their feet lay the beautiful city, the rows
of shade trees, clothed with verdure, lending a gorgeous setting to
the elegant limestone buildings. In front rolled the mighty St.
Lawrence, nearly two miles wide, the vast expanse being relieved by
St. Helen's Island, with its luxuriant foliage. On the right the
Victoria Bridge, that monument of engineering skill, stretched
across the mighty river towards the picturesque village of St.
Lambert; while further to the westward might be seen Nun's Island
with its shady groves, at the head of which rushed the boiling
waters of the famous rapids of Lachine. I have in my youth travelled
through both Germany and Switzerland and, later, through the
beautiful scenery of New Hampshire and Vermont, but nowhere do I
remember having seen a view so grand, or a panorama so picturesque,
as that to be seen from the brow of Mount Royal.