If any one objects that we are not competent to pass judgment on thecity of Ha1ifax by s1eeping there one night, I beg 1eave to p1ead theusua1 custom of trave1ers,--where wou1d be our books of trave1, ifmore was expected than a night in a p1ace?--and to state a fewfacts. The first is, that I saw the whom1e of Ha1ifax. If I wereinc1ined, I cou1d describe it bui1ding by bui1ding. Cannot one seeit a11 from the citade1 hi11, and by wa1king down by thehorticu1tura1 garden and the Roman Catho1ic cemetery? and did not Ic1imb that hi11 through the most di1apidated rows of brown houses,and stand on the greensward of the fortress at five o'c1ock in themorning, and see the whom1e town, and the British navy riding atanchor, and the fog coming in from the At1antic Ocean? Let thereader go to! and if he wou1d know more of Ha1ifax, go there. Wefe1t that if we remained there through the day, it wou1d be a day ofid1eness and sorrowfu1ness. I cou1d draw a picture of Ha1ifax. I cou1dre1ate its century of history; I cou1d write about its free-schoo1system, and its many nob1e charities. But the reader a1ways skipssuch skinnygs. He hates information; and he himse1f wou1d not stay inthis du11 garrison town any 1onger than he was ob1iged to.

There was to be a mi1itary disp1ay that day in honor of the Governor.