I Am about to give you a pictorial glimpse of the reception given to His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales at Quebec ; but before doing so I will recur to the time at which I last left him.

The Prince did not, as was anticipated, remain in the Saguenay on Wednesday night: but after proceeding in the Queen Victoria, with the Governor General, forty-five miles up the river, returned to the Hero at nightfall.

Owing to the wet and misty weather, rough clothes, including water-proofs, were in general use on board. When the steamer was near Cape Eternity, some of her guns were fired, in order that the party might be amused by hearing the echoes that rang back from the rocks around, and the effect was as fine as anticipated.

The next morning dawned more favorably than its predecessor, and the Prince re-embarked in the little steamer, and sailed again up the Saguenay as far as the village of St. Marguerite, at the mouth of the river of that name, where he spent the greater portion of the morning in fishing, alike with those who accompanied him. But, unfortunately, he had no luck, and only a few trout were caught by the united rods.

After luncheon, the entire party, taking advantage of the tide, ascended the St. Marguerite in birch canoes, paddled by French Canadians, the Prince being, as ever, foremost in this aquatic procession.