TO MRS. MORTIMER.

Thornhill, near York, Nov. 4, 1832.

TO-DAY, dearest Mary, when I arose, I found the first snow lying on the

ground, and, as the thermometer now indicates, that we are fast

approaching our Canadian winter. I have staid at home to-day to get

matters more fully in order, that I may meet it as pleasantly as I can.

A few days previously I quitted my cold, smoky sitting room, and took up

my quarters in my favourite bed room, removing into it my books, boxes,

and in fact everything, except the chairs and one table, which I have

left below to receive company when they shall honour me with their

visits; which, in spite of my bachelorship, and the non-attractions of my

place, they feel themselves bound in courtesy to do. Think not, however,

that I freeze my visitors, for I too well remember the cold rooms into

which I have been ushered myself, while in England. Mrs. Crosby,

therefore, has received a strict charge to keep up a fire from ten to

five, and when visitors are expected a semi-mountain of logs is added to

the pile. My bed room has been greatly improved by nailing up three of

the bedding wrappers (and which, for the purpose, I found a most

invaluable treasure), against three of the windows, so as to exclude all

the searching, piercing, cold winds and air, which, I hear, penetrates so

bleakly when the winter fully sets in; for this aforesaid bed room of

mine has no fewer than four windows; for the Canadians, not being taxed

for their lights, think they can never have enough, and hence we are

broiled in summer and frozen in winter, as the concomitants of our

delectable liberty. I have now, therefore, as you will perceive, only

one window remaining; but this is quite enough, and you would join me in

my conclusion had you to-day seen the snow forcing its way by some

unaccountable means through some imperceptible apertures, so as quite to

wet some clothes which for a few minutes I had incautiously placed under

the window. My removal to the bed room was the day before yesterday, and

the two last nights were the only two in which I slept comfortably. I

got an extra blanket that was of no perceptible benefit; a second

counterpane was added to the weight of the superincumbent clothes, but

not apparently to the warmth: I then slept in a pair of silk stockings;

but these also, though the best of all my auxiliaries, were not adequate,

and I was therefore obliged to put over these a pair of my worsted warm

socks; but even then I had a chilly feeling towards morning. Since,

however, I have been sitting constantly in my room, and have had a fire

there, and a good one too, all the day long, lighted before I rise, and

left burning with renewed logs when I go to rest: with all these helps

and adjuncts I do now exceedingly well, but what I shall do in the real

winter I know not. Now the thermometer is not lower than 20° or 25°

below freezing point in the night, but then it is frequently 10° or 12°

below zero, and once last year it was 29° below it. Perhaps I shall have

recourse to the Russian fashion, and sleep with the feather bed over me,

or between the blankets, but even then, poor nosey and its neighbours

will receive no benefit, and the gentlemen, I suppose, will complain of

the injustice done to them, while all the other parts are so cozy, and

they are left to bounce against the icy formations produced by the

moisture from the breath; but, as little Herbert would say, we must

breathe, and so poor nosey and company must take their chance. I think I

have not, as yet, alluded to one of the chief Canadian annoyances, the

amazing prevalence of the house fly. All places swarm with them, and the

most respectable persons, who feel the annoyance greatly, quite despair

of getting rid of them. In a few days, however, I effected a clearance,

and afterwards only a comparatively few stragglers made their appearance,

which were daily removed; and this must be done, if you would have any

comfort. I took up a volume in boards at a lady’s here, which had been

lying on its side on the shelves, and when I touched it it was so rough

with the abundance of their excrement, that I wondered what kind of

excrement it was covered with, till I examined and discovered the cause

of the evil. Gauze or muslin covers most of their things, but as to the

mass of them, they are filthy beyond endurance; and then the creatures

keep buzzing about you incessantly, and keep you in a continual fidget

with their intolerable tickling. Then, again, they almost cover your

plate while you are eating, and as to indulging in a siesta, that is

impossible. If a loaf of bread is left uncovered a short space, its

surface is so eaten as to appear quite grated; and all other articles are

laid by them under similar contribution, though it may not be quite so

discernible. I guess that my Mary will be equally zealous with myself in

attempting this clearance.

Mr. — has just been here; he is one of the trustees of Thornhill Church.

To him and his associates the Governor has this day made over 600 acres

for the use and benefit of the minister out of the clergy reserves.

These they will perhaps exchange for half the number of acres near the

church, situated on the George Street Road, and when the exchange shall

be effected, they will proceed with the house. You have heard about the

long and still unsettled disputes about the Clergy Reserves. In Mr.

Pitt’s administration, a certain portion of the land was reserved for the

clergy in each township; but the Presbyterians of the Scotch Church and

the other denominations have lately put in their claim, and since the

litigation commenced, nothing has been done, no lands, in any case here,

I believe, have been assigned. His Excellency wrote to Lord Goderich,

and has just obtained from him permission to assign lands to such clergy

as at present are just being fixed in their respective districts. Sir

John is now acting upon this permission; some lands belonging to the

clergy reserves have been sold to form a fund, in hand, and out of this

he builds the parsonage house. We are much indebted to the Governor, Sir

John Colborne, for his perseverance, without which no adequate provision

for ministers of our church could have been made, for none of our

congregations would hear a word about contributions as long as there was

a chance of the clergy reserves being obtained.

Oh, how glad I am, my Mary, we came here, instead of going to the United

States, and that the good providence of God directed us to this country.

Depend upon it, we shall never regret the step we have taken, every day

convinces me of its expediency, in every point of view. May the same God

of love who brought us safe and directed us, as the pioneers of our

little party, bless, preserve, and keep those that remain, and bring you

through every perplexity and trial to this land of his peculiar smile.

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