Did not rise till seven, having dreamed a good deal about my late dear
father. Read some newspapers; then joined Mr. Bradner in a gig up the
mountain (Mount Royal); went the wrong way, so that we missed a good
deal of the view of the city and river but ascended again; not so
pleasant on account of the dust. Walked to the Hotel Dieu to see some
ruins, but it proved only a hospital for sick people. Walked into the
Cathedral, Notre Dame, a very large building, two galleries on each side
and the seats below raised up from the altar. Got back and then walked
to the Exchange News Room, read a good many English newspapers but found
nothing particularly interesting; thence again to the Cathedral. Just
before dinner, four o'clock, I was informed that the steamer was not
going to Quebec; could not believe till I went down; they told me the
agents had sent orders not to go in consequence of so few passengers,
but that they certainly should go to-morrow, when they expected more
passengers as there were races at Three Rivers. I and Ready from Bermuda
sauntered about till dusk. This is one of the miseries of travelling, to
be delayed in some little uninteresting place, or after you have seen
all that is worth notice, of which there is very little in Montreal;
fortunately the hotel is good enough, everything remarkably clean.