This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1878 edition. Excerpt: ...whispered that when Christ the Lord, who reigns over all, takes away such a treasure, he expects to be taken himself closer into the empty and wounded heart. She made emphatic signs of assent, but the channel of speech was choked for the moment. And so I took leave of the Gasthof zum Kcdter Keller in St. Goar. XV. WRECKS. N the summer of 1870 I had occasion to spend a few weeks in Canada. Instead of taking the rail between Toronto and Montreal, I took the steamer all the way, arranging the voyage so that I should be on the lake during the night and on the river all day. On smooth water, and beneath a bright sky, I renewed my old acquaintance with the Lake of the Thousand Islands, and the varied scenery of the St. Lawrence. I could not convey to my readers an adequate conception of the enjoyment imparted to me by the loveliness of nature on that voyage if I would, and would not even if I could. I have another end in view at this moment. I desire to concentrate the attention of my readers, and my own, on one object, and that not a feature of the landscape as it lay in nature, but a sad memorial of human error and suffering, --a melancholy footprint left by human travellers on the sands of Time. To save the time which would have been consumed on the slow and safe route through the canal, the steamer shoots the long and dangerous rapids above the city of Montreal. The vast volume of the river runs for several miles downhill over an extremely rugged and rocky bed. The channel, too, is tortuous; the rocks to be avoided now projecting from the right side, and anon from the left. The water is broken, and leaps in angry whitened masses over the stones. Four men are at the wheel. They seem to be one man with many heads and hands, obeying one will, and..