ture and manufactures, no tariff can exclude the work of her writers—her poets and novelists. In the field of philosophy, of science, medicine, surgery, she is not unknown. New York and Baltimore, London and Harvard, Liverpool and Oxford, all have seen, and still hold, her sons, and count them not below their best.
Canada has been built up largely without the assistance of any other people. She owes practically everything to herself except that greatest blessing of all—peace. For peace we can never be sufficiently grateful.
It has been the reign of peace almost continuously prevailing which has enabled us to become what we are—I mean peace internationally—our internal disturbances have done no real harm such as external warfare would almost necessarily have caused.
Until within the present century, there appeared no possibility of any enemy assailing us except from the immediate South—and it is a matter for sincere gratitude to Providence that for nearly one hundred years there never arose dispute so acute—(though some have been acute)—misunderstanding so great—(though misunderstandings there have been)—that brother needed to rise against brother, children deriving from the same mighty loins to imbrue their hand in each other's blood. Neither sympathizer of 1837 nor invader of 1866 truly represented this Republic: and the United States of America has not coveted the territory dividing her from the Pole.
With the present century has come in the fear—half-veiled, indeed—that another nation may desire our land; and we are called upon to prepare. If need
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