frigate having brought her captive into Halifax harbour, Captain Lawrence was buried in the English Cemetery, American and British officers walking beside the coffin. A few weeks later, a war vessel arrived from the United States and the bodies of Captain Lawrence and his Lieutenant were conveyed to New York. Every visitor to Trinity church-yard does homage to the officer whose name is inseparable from the intrepid phrase engraved upon his tomb.
St. Mary's Roman Catholic Cathedral, on the corner of Spring Garden Road, is one of the handsomest ecclesiastical edifices in the province. A little way up the hill are the County Court House and the Nova Scotia Technical College. The latter contains a museum of native products and historical mementoes.
Spring Garden Road passes the south gate of the Public Gardens, one of the most completely charming artificial parks to be found anywhere, and quite worthy of the pride which Halifax feels in it. The beautifying of the Gardens was urged by Howe in 1836, but his suggestions were not acted upon until a new generation had arisen. This pleasaunce of flowers and pools and emerald sward is all the lovelier for the contrast between its fairness and the austere mediocrity of the self-confident city it graces, "a city of great private virtue whose banks are sound," in the words of the discriminating Warner.
