ndustry an
hundredfold; wide tracts of lovely wilderness, covered with
luxuriant pasture, and adorned profusely with the most beautiful
wild flowers; great forests of giant timber, and endless rolling
prairies of virgin earth, untouched by ax or plow; a world of
unrivaled beauty and fertility, untenanted and empty, waiting to
receive the over-brimming populations of the crowded lands of
Europe, and to repay their labor with every species of abundance.
It is strange how slow those old-world, weary, working folk have
hitherto been to avail themselves of God's provision for them
here.... You tell me you are working hard, but you do not say at
what. Innumerable are the questions I have been asked about you,
and a Philadelphian gentleman, a very intelligent and clever
person, who is a large bookseller and publisher here, bade me tell
you that you and your works were as much esteemed and delighted in
in America as in your own country. He was so enthusiastic about you
that I think he would willingly go over to England for the sole
purpose of making your acquaintance.

[It is a pity that the American law on the subject of copyright should
have rendered Mr. Carey's admiration of my friend and her works so
barren of any useful result to her. Any tolerably just equivalent for
the republication of her books in America would have added materially to
the hardly earned gains of her laborious literary life.]

I am already half moulded into my new circumstances and
surroundings; and though England will always be home to my heart,
it may be that this country will become my abiding-place; but if
you come out to Canada we shall meet on this side of the Atlantic
instead of the other....

Believe me ever yours truly,
F. A. K.

TO MISS FITZHUGH.

MONTREAL, July 24, 1833.
MY DEAREST EMILY,

Within the last fortnight we have progressed, as we say in this
country, over about nine hundred and fifty miles of land and water.
We have gone up the Hudson, seen Trenton, the most beautiful, and
Niagara, the most awful, of waterfalls. As for Niagara, words
cannot describe it, nor can any imagination, I think, suggest even
an approximate idea of its te