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     increasing in value, her people in intelligence, and 
     
     'the peoples who have seen her have been uniform in 
     
     their pronunciation of “ well done good and faith— , 
     
     ful servant.” Charlottetown has shewn her faithful- 
     
     ness over “ a few things,” and by the blessing of 
     
     God, she will, e’erlong, be “ ruler over many.” 
     
     The hand oftoil, and the graces of intelligence and 
     
     truth, have resources enough here to constitute and 
     
     effect all the means necessary for a long, a happy, 
     
     and a prosperous Colonial life. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Charlottetown is a city ofrectangles and red clay, 
     
     regular in its streets, and unilorm in its color; but 
     
     the advantages ofa situation beautifully sloping to a 
     
     fine estuarial sheet ofwater,have not had justice done 
     
     them; but at some future day, probably, there will 
     
     be some sort of ‘Tyburnia’ or ‘Belgravia,’ where 
     
     mansion follows mansion in clustering magnificence, 
     
     and one will be spared the feeling of having seen a 
     
     whole town, after looking at one imported-stone 
     
     Colonial Building, which, alone in its glory, stands 
     
     like ‘ Patience on a monumentsmiling at grief,’ or in 
     
     its naked amplitude, groveless and unshrubbed, one 
     
     of those architectural beauties which when ‘ unadorn— 
     
     ed ’5 adorned the most.’ But while there is only one 
     
     imported-stone building, it would be a pity to give 
     
     design and ornament to its approaches: the Island 
     
     cannot afford to hide a single stone by foliage, the 
     
     visitor must have “a clear road and no favor,” to 
     
     see it all. But were a real stone building not so 
     
     great a rarity,_ there could be combined on Queen 
     
     Square, where the Colonial Building stands, the 
     
     richest effects of color under the diversified and 
     
     georgeous hues of autumn foliage, the green car- 
     
     petings at its base, and the ruby lines which would 
     
     form its approaches—and here is wanted a colossal 
     
     statue of PRINCE EDWARD, the late Duke of Kent; 
     
     but it is unlikely that any one will open a subscrip- 
     
     tion, or make a trial ofarousing sufficient interest in 
     
     so desirable an undertaking, because so many frus- 
     
     trations always arise to such efforts where a com- 
     
     munity, like clay under the sun’s burning, gets