tiful Dominion, though they reside and do business here in this, the cosmopolitan and metropolitan city of this mighty Union.
It might—it would—have been sufficient honour to be asked to speak to these and to those about our native land; but the honour is increased when not only Canadians, but also Americans, are numbered amongst my audience—Americans, too, of no mean standing, men of light and leading in the community.
I have said "Americans"—many of my compatriots, I know, have girded—perhaps still do so—at the now universal custom of employing the word "American" to designate people of these States only excluding in connotation us to the North. With that hypercriticism, I have never sympathized. We are not told that Pericles or Plato called himself a Greek, or that Caesar or Cicero complained that he was not called an Italian—while of a surety neither Cromwell nor Chatham was a European. Canada and Canadians have, and had, no reason to find fault that the title of the United States of America and of their representatives has become officially what it had long been in popular parlance.
To you, my fellow-Canadians—whether still such in the view of international law or otherwise—and to you my fellow-guests belonging to the kindred nation. I bring greetings from the Northland—from our exquisite Lady of the Snows.
Within a period measured by one generation of men, she has shaken off the fetters which bound her beautiful limbs, she has arisen from the state of lethargy in which too long she had sunk supine. With
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