156 OUR ISLAND STORY Ere this scene will come back to me. The hours fleet fast, and on the mast Soon shall I hoist the parting sail; Soon will the outer bay be passed, And on the sky-line eyes will fail To see a streak that means the land. On, thenl before the tides and gale,— Hope at the helm, and in God's hand, What doom I meet, my heart will beat For , the debonaire and gay, She ever will in memory's seat Be present to my mind alway Hope whispers my return to you, Dear land! but should fate say me nay, And this should be my latest view, Fair , loved , my , adieu! Salut a la ! Salut!" The second Act of Duvar 's drama opens with the colonists debarking at Quebec under DeRoberval's direction. A little later there was called forth from DeRoberval a fine description of the Falls of Niagara, as first seen by a white man: The beauty and the terror of it! The sprays, In spiral smokewreaths, rise in shifting forms More than the incense of a thousand fanes Until they mingle, viewless, with the clouds;— While as reminder of the promise made, 'Water would not again destroy the world Rainbow tiaras span the dreadful Fall And through these flash the flung-up water-drops, Making a rain of rainbows. Mystery, That the Creator should this marvel make And shut it in with dreadest solitude/' A sad feature of the drama is DeRobervars treatment of his niece, the lovely Margaret, who incurred her uncle's displea¬ sure and anger by falling in love with a man who was not consid- I I