Her future mainly rests on the readiness with which the people of th?
yparent State respond to her appeal in this crisis of her history. It will indeed
be disheartening to her if her fidelity to British connection should only be re-
warded by the spectacle of hundreds of thousands of Englishmen, Irishmen
and Scotchmen yearly giving the preference to a coiuntry whose increasing
|' greatness is being continually contrasted with Canadian weakness by the advo-
cate8 ofthe Continental idea.
Poor Canada ! Poor Canadians ! if " the Clerk " of your House
of Commons speak your ideas. Five millions of men with one of the
richest countries in the world, and their future rests on something out-
side themselves !
Note, in passing, the use of " now " and " lizvingpresent."
Here is a definition of the sense in which he uses the word
"It is to such men Canada looks for sympathy and assistance in the
national work in which she is now engaged ; for that work may well be called
national which consists in developing the resources of an important depend-
ency with no other or higher aspirations than to strengthen ard draw closer,
if possible, the bonds in connection between the parent State and the Do-
It jNow this is very like saying that that force may well be called cen-
trifugal which is intensely centripetal.
What the writer means it is hard to say. All that is certain is that
he cannot blow hot and cold, and that if he talks sense when he talks.
imnperialism, he must talk nonsense when he talks nationalism and vice
Mr. Bourinot is Honorary Secretary to the Royal Society of Canada.
This Society it appears is divided into sections, and one of the
sections is consecrated to literature. I suppose it is as a " literary man'"
4i *'* that Mr. Bourinot is connected with this Society. Nothing could more
clearly show the absurdity of a Society for the encouragement of litera-
ture than that a dunce should be its first Honorary Secretary. Young
Canadians will work hard at College, they will give their days and
nights to Addison and Macaulay, fired with the ambition to swim in the
same tub with literary small-fry like Mr. Bourinot !
A Royal Society of Literature was once established in England,
By the munificence of the King it was enabled to offer a prize of one
hundred guineas for the best essay in prose, and fifty guineas for the
best poem which should be transmitted to it. Did this Society bring
forward a single man of genius ? The men who founded it were very