that of wisdom, if not of safety. I am aware that my head would
be regarded as something of a prize by the rebels; but I feel not in the
least degree agitated. I trust implicitly in that God whom I have
endeavoured--though imperfectly and unfaithfully--to serve; being
assured nothing will harm us, but that all things, whether life or
death, will work together for our good if we be followers of that which
is good. Let us trust in the Lord, and do good, and He will never leave
nor forsake us!

About 700 armed men have left this district to-day for Toronto, in order
to put down the rebels. There is an unanimity and determination among
the people to quash rebellion and support the law that I hardly
expected. The country is safe, but it is a "gone day with the rebel
party."

In a graphic letter to Dr. Ryerson, written on the 5th December, by his
brother William, at Toronto, the scenes at the _emeute_ in that city are
thus described:--

Last night, about 12 or 1 o'clock, the bells rang with great
violence; we all thought it was an alarm of fire, but being unable
to see any light, we thought it was a false alarm, and we remained
quiet until this morning, when, on visiting the market-place, I
found a large number of persons serving out arms to others as fast
as they possibly could. Among many others we saw the
Lieutenant-Governor, in his every-day suit, with one
double-barrelled gun in his hand, another leaning against his
breast, and a brace of pistols in his leather belt. Also, Chief
Justice Robinson, Judges Macaulay, Jones, and McLean, the
Attorney-General, and Solicitor-General, with their muskets,
cartridge boxes and bayonets, all standing in the ranks as private
soldiers, under the command of Colonel Fitzgibbon. I assure you it
is impossible for me to describe my feelings. I enquired of Judge
McLean, who informed me that an express had arrived at the
Government House late last night, giving intelligence that the
Radicals had assembled in great force at Montgomery's, on Yonge
Street, and were in full march for the city; that the Governor had
sent out two persons, Mr. A. McDonell and Ald. J. Powell, to obtain
information (both of whom had been made prisoners, but escaped).

Dr. Horne's house is now in flames. I feel very calm and composed
in my own mind. Brother John thinks it will not be wise for you to