Part 4 (2/2)

Parkman: ”The Conspiracy of Pontiac”

CANADA

Montcalm and Wolfe! Wolfe and Montcal and psalm How here thy heroes fell!

O thou that bor'st the battle's brunt At Queenston and at Lundy's Lane,-- On whose scant ranks, but iron front The battle broke in vain!--

Whose was the danger, whose the day, From whose triuuay, Stor like clarion-bursts our ears?

On soft Pacific slopes,--beside Strange floods that northward rave and fall,-- Where chafes Acadia's chainless tide-- Thy sons await thy call

They wait; but soer lands,-- And soyptian sands

O mystic Nile! Thy secret yields Before us; thy most ancient dreams Are mixed with far Canadian fields And murmur of Canadian streams

But thou, ht is done,-- How on thy breast, and o'er thy brow, Bursts the uprising sun!

Charles G D Roberts

Love your country, believe in her, honour her, work for her, live for her, die for her Never has any people been endoith a nobler birthright or blessed with prospects of a fairer future

Lord Dufferin

SCROOGE'S CHRISTMAS

(On Christ, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner,” is visited by three ghosts in succession--The Ghost of Christmas Past, the Ghost of Christmas Present, and the Ghost of Christe's youth, the second showed hiht be spent and incidentally, too, what soht of his that have not happened, but will happen in the time before us” He saw himself dead, uncared for, unwept, unwatched, his effects plundered by the charwoman, laundress, and undertaker's man and realized the end to which heup his hands he prayed to have his fate reversed and saw the Ghost shrink and dwindle down into a bedpost)

Yes! and the bedpost was his own The bed was his own, the room was his own Best and happiest of all, the Time before him was his own to make amends in

”I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!” Scrooge repeated, as he scrambled out of bed ”The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me O Jacob Marley! Heaven and the Christmas Time be praised for this! I say it on my knees, old Jacob; on ood intentions, that his broken voice could scarcely answer to his call He had been sobbing violently in his conflict with the Spirit, and his face ith tears

”They are not torn down,” cried Scrooge, folding one of his bed curtains in his ars and all They are here,--I as that would have been may be dispelled They will be I know they will!”

His hands were busy with his gar the theance