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MOUNT ROYAL FROM THE SOUTH]
Idylls of Our Island
BY
MYRTLE J. BOA
PRICE $1.00
NET PROCEEDS DONATED TO
The Canadian Red Cross Society
Quebec Provincial Branch,
MONTREAL
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PREFACE
THE few views and descriptions presented in the following pages do not by any means attempt to cover the many beautiful building and charming scenery which out City and Island afford.
Especially interesting is the trip down the foaming Rapids at Lachine. Passing the Indian village of Caughnawagna with its quaint houses and the Canadian Pacific Railway bridge the trusty steamer guides us through the dangerous, white-capped reach of Rapids, and rippling waters of the broad St. Lawrence until we come in sight of the city. Toward twilight of a cloudy day Montreal, with its towers and lofty spires, and the long stretch of mountain veiled in pale grey mist, appears like a phantom city beyond the dark silhouette of Nun’s Islands’ wooded strip.
THE bird’s eye-view of Montreal from the look-out on Mount Royal is very beautiful. The city stretches below with its spires and domes gilded in the sun, and [unnumbered page] beyond its bounds the broad belt of the St. Lawrence shows silvery blue, spanned by Victoria Jubilee Bridge, with St. Helen’s Isle showing softly green in its midst like an emerald gem, and in the distance the shadowy heights of Mount Bruno, Beloeil and Rougemont may be seen, and further back the top of Mount Johnson, sometimes called the Sugar Loaf on account of its peculiar shape.
Very cool and delightful are the wise and spacious parks, chief among which are Mount Royal Park, Parc Lafontaine and St. Helen’s Island, the latter named for Helene de Bouilli, the wife of Champlain; and the many statues and monuments on the carefully tended squares commemorate different historical events.
The various types of architecture expressed in the many churches are very beautiful, for which Montreal has been truly called “The City of Churches.”
M. J. B.
MONTREAL [unnumbered page]
CONTENTS
1. MOUNT ROYAL. 2. MCGILL UNIVERSITY. 3. CHRIST CHURCH CATHEDRAL. 4. CHATEAU DE RAMEZAY. 5. WESTMOUNT FETE. 6. NOTRE DAME CHURCH. 7. THE ART GALLERY. 8. WESTMOUNT PARK. 9. ST. JAMES CATHEDRAL. 10. ROYAL VICTORIA HOSPITAL. 11. FRASER LIBRARY. 12. RAPIDS AT BORDEAUX. [unnumbered page]
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Mount Royal
MOUNT ROYAL rises in still majesty Above our island. On her heights The clustered trees slow light and shade Of greatness when the Sun From the deep azure canopy smiles down On the sweet scene his radiance creates. Beneath where the dwellings stand in stately rows, The trees look up on their quivering tips Catch silver largess from the bounteous Sun. And where our highland forms against the sky Uneven line, a misty purity. Like the sheer stuff of which brides veils are made, Softens the contrast twixt the green and blue. We love our mountain, we who dwell Beneath her shelter, beautiful she stands Like some fair guardian of our City dear. [unnumbered page]
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McGill University
BEYOND the buildings, marble white Beneath the golden glory of the sun, About whose base the exquisite ivy clings, The mountain steep uplifts her stately height Pine-fringed against the sky. Before, The velvet hollows, and the campus broad, Studded with lofty trees whose spreading boughs With interlacing foliage o’erarch And shade the winding walks. Upon the campus in majestie strength The old elm stands, the rugged founder tree. Brown mossy fruited butternuts And stalwart oaks with the old elm survive The early days ere the first building rose A rich memorial of James McGill. And in these halls, the intellect is trained To use its native richness, blossoming In lives of honor and of usefulness. [unnumbered page]
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Christ Church Cathedral
TO the soft beauty of the arching sky Where filmy clouds float in the sunlit deeps The great grey Gothie edifice uplifts Its lofty spire. Below, The rich rose window circles and beneath Its carven beauty triple-canopied The portal leads unto the pillared aisle, Whose every arch in matchless symmetry Curves like a leaf-top and the sun’s soft gold Sifts thro’ the rich stained easements in a glow Of mellow light. As though Newly alighted from the courts above Like Irises, sweet messengers of heaven. The winged angels with their spotless scrolls From inner walls incline. And in a swell of richest harmony The sweet-voiced organ breathes a hymn of praise Unto our heavenly King. [unnumbered page]
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Chateau de Ramezay
SERENE amid the City’s din The ancient Chateau stands. Tall poplar trees From Lombardy o’ershade the velvet lawn, And tiny floral blooms of purple shade Lift their shy faces from the circled plot. Within, The deep-arched doorway opens from the hall Into the Elgin Gallery, where hang Portraits of heroes and of noble men. The Montreal and the de Vaudrieul Rooms, The Council Chamber and the French Salon And the quaint kitchen hold the souvenirs The passing years deposit in their wake: While a railed stairway leads unto the cool And silent vaults below. What a strange silence broods about these halls. As though the veilëd spirit of the past Still lingered like the echo of a dream. [unnumbered page]
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The Westmount Fete
THE dim hushed evening draws her dusky veil Across the silent sky. About The velvet smoothness of the shadowy park Where the soft fragrance laden zephyrs sway The foliage of richly leaved trees The pointed tents are staked and thro’ the flaps Half-opened may be glimpsed The rainbow hues of diverse merchandise. A thousand lanterns lend their magic light Changing the staid park into fairyland. And where the fountain sprays in silvery shower The Liliputian lake is shot across Its quivering surface where the shadows glance With spiral jets of red and yellow flame Reflected from the colored globes above. And where the hollow dips a narrow stream Spanned by the rustic bridge’s curving arch Mirrors the leafy overhanging boughs Within its shallow depth. The stirring strains of martial music break Upon the night, keeping the thoughts of all Amid the merry-making throng in touch With the true purpose of their gathering. [unnumbered page]
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Notre Dame Church
ABOVE the Church of Notre Dame Deep-throated bells in the twin towers Of Temperance and Perseverance hang. Ready to sound their solemn call to prayer Over the City. Within. In shadowy pew amid the solemn hush The fretted people kneel. And from each niche and by the winding stair Saints with their pure and holy faces bend In tender pity o’er the worshippers. And though from their high heights they understood The thorn-strewn path we mortals tread below. Above, The vaulted spaces blue as evening skies Are strewn with silver stars and fleur-de-lis, And the warm sun, sweet smiling thro’ the grey Rich-patterned casements sheds a quiet glow Like a soft benediction o’er the scene. Beyond, With paintings rare and beautiful As some fair dream, exquisitely designed, Lies the hushed Chapel of the Sacred Heart. How like a lovely symbol of the soul This rich-interiored temple seems to be. As though Man sought in carvëd wood and stone An outer semblance of his inner thoughts Of holiness and praise. [unnumbered page]
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The Art Gallery
LIKE some chaste pile of Grecian marble stands The Gallery, where meet to charm the eye The lovely semblances of the rich thoughts The Muses gift to Man. Wide steps of stone Lead to the entrance where in beauty rise Ionic column, and on wither side O’er the plain casements classic myths portay In carven purity the outward form Of virtues by Hellenic minds conceives. And on each side Of the broad stairway rising from the hall Rich crimson curtains hang, beyond whose folds Among the palms the sculptured statues stand In beautiful repose. The stairway leads To upper galleries where paintings rare By Master minds conceived hang on the walls, Gems of surpassing loveliness and grace. [unnumbered page]
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Westmount Park
IN one of Westmount’s quiet parks Red flowers swat with the soft-breathing breeze A crimson flame of beauty. And the sun A molten ball of gold cuts through The coolness of the turquoise sky Which richly flecked with ermine hangs o’erhead. Green in the background lies the close-clipt lawn And richly leavëd trees that gently stir In the cool breeze. Red flowers! Your beauty flames upon the sense, And cool aristocratic turquoise sky. You calm the mood to a more thoughtful bent. A lovely scene, a very morning prayer, A psalm of praise, that all too soon receded On the rapt gaze for scenes of duller hue. [unnumbered page]
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St. James Cathedral
ABOVE the pillared edifice of stone The twelve apostles stand, their noble forms Clearly defined against th’ ethereal blue And ermine trimmed sky. The entrances like gateways into peace Lead to the dim aisle and the alters lit With the pale light as of departed souls Returned to illuminate faltering steps to heaven. The shadowed paintings of a by-gone day Hang on the walls, recalling early times Ere the Red man had made his exodus And the white man assumed the reins of power. In the vast space of richly carved vaults The half-hushed sound of foot-falls echo soft Upon the list’ning ear. But deeper still, a sense of reverence Falls on the soul as though the atmosphere Was filled with prayer, loosed from the heart Of many a worshipper. [unnumbered page]
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Royal Victoria Hospital
UPON Mount Royal’s southern slope Where breezes sweep among the pines The hospital like some Scotch castle stands Upon its highland base. O’er the main entrance to the central block Appear the monograms engraved in stone Of Lord Mount Stephen and Sir Donald Smith.* The Gaelic motto “Lippen” to attend, And “Perseverance” on the coats-of-arms On the twin gables form the watchwords twain That influence the healers of the sick. And where the smooth Green terraces incline the driveway forms A mighty horse-shoe in its curving track. A marble statue of Victoria Immortal in her people’s memory, Graces the quiet hall and seems to shed The sweetness of her gentle life about The sun-lit wards and stately corridors, Where white-capped nurses bend above the cots In ministration to each sufferer. *Lord Strathcona.
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The Fraser Library
THE building standing in its quiet strength Suggests the simple binding of a book. (Thus fancy speaks) whose rich interior Holds magic keys that open doors to thought. The varied volumes on the well-filed shelves Unlock new vistas of the mental world. The thoughts of men enregistered upon The printed page throughout the ages stir To sudden music silent chords that sleep Within the soul, and the bright glow Of spirit radiance that in us dwells Illuminates each thought and gives to dreams And deeds heroic of the past new life. And statues grace the hushed and quiet rooms, Of men whose useful lives long since were spent. Bearing undying in their moulded forms The noble traces of the spirit’s fire. [unnumbered page]
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The Rapids at Bordeaux
SMOOTHLY the Prairie River flows Between high banks with vernal foliage fringed, Gliding sun-glinted on its onward way, Till where the rapids reached its current break In foaming waves upon the jagged rocks. Down these wild waters in a bark canoe By Indians manned three centuries ago Came Father Viel, the priest of Recollect, Ahuntsie too, his red-skinned neophyte, And met their death among the angry waves, By Indian guides their confidence betrayed. The pier long-jutting parts the turbid sault From the calm waters of the tranquil bay That mirrors in its depths the azure skies And filmy clouds o’erhead, and by the brink Where silvery gleams glance on the emerald leaf The stooping trees can see themselves below. Below, Smoothly the Prairie River flows, Between high banks with vernal foliage fringed, Lapping upon the quiet shores with soft, Insistent sound. [unnumbered page]
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