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HOW GRANDMOTHER
LIVED IN PRE-CONFEDERATION DAYS

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including the kitchen. There are great doings in the old home, this night of over half a century ago, for an apple-paring, or sewing bee, is in full swing. The most modern soiree or reception in the grandest come-out for a bewitching debutante, does not match an old-time neighbourly party in the country, if unartificial, human intercourse, well mingled with talk and laughter, is to be the measuring standard.

In a word, these earlier days of which we write, and which seem so remote to the present-day youth, although they are not so long past, were the days of the home, and the hand-made. Every home was a school of domestic science from which our mothers graduated; and who can excel their cooking or their home-making? The village dressmaker had, it is true, come into the arena of professional workers, but only in the case of a best dress or a wedding garment. Grandmother still sewed and stitched and knitted, and some of her handwork yet exists.

Home-made, also, were the homely remedies, and they must have been fairly efficacious, for the folk of that day lived as long as a good average; perhaps it was, in part, because they were ignorant of dangerous microbes and deadly germs and destructive bacilli. They even worried along with a complete appendix in position, or tonsils hanging from the back of the mouth. The modern craze for surgical "removals" of these parts of the human anatomy had not become fashionable, and as for having one's department of the interior revealed and exposed by an X-ray—they also worried along without that. And yet these dear friends, whose faces peer at us from ancient photographs, would be the first to wonder at and approve of the newer methods and advantages of to-day. Progress marks every department of life. Contrast a modern industrial plant, well lighted and ventilated, with a dusty, dark, old machine shop or foundry of earlier times; watch the marvels of modern automobile machinery doing its work with almost uncanny cleverness; consider the advance in health measures, the new weapons with which old diseases are fought, the improved sanitary conditions—to adequately appreciate what the half-century shows in the way of advancement.

Grandmother would be surprised, if she were to return to this mortal sphere, to find that she could vote in some of the provinces, and that other rights long withheld from her and her sisters have since been accorded by male legislators. If she would "exercise the franchise," once it were bestowed, and how she would vote—these are among the insolvable questions.

 

MORE is made than ever in the past, of fresh air and light and ventilation; of artistic home interiors as well as exteriors; of culture development, as education has marched with the advancing years. Life, in some aspects, is easier and, in the last analysis, the newest days are the best.

Then, there were these first Dominion Days, when, possibly, they hardly knew how to celebrate; one wonders if they realised the import of the new order as we do with the aid of a fifty-year retrospect. Did they feel a new feeling of national unity when the first four provinces joined hands and forces? Did they realize that 1867 was in reality Canada's natal day?

What a different Canada it was, too, from the one we know to-day. Just look at the distance we have come since 1867. Contrast yesterday with to-day, not alone as to the way people lived in their domestic life, but on a broader scale. Then, less than 3,000 miles of railway served a relatively small area of the new Dominion; in fact, there was not a single line of steel north of Lake Superior. To-day, 37,000 miles of tracks gridiron the Dominion through every part.

The great West of to-day was the lone land of yesterday. Winnipeg, Regina, Calgary, Vancouver, were mere embryo villages, if even that. Few settlers "tickled the prairie with a plow that it might laugh back with a harvest," and the way over and across the snow-crowned Rockies was a closed path to any but the adventurous explorer.

Toronto was a comparatively small town without street cars, cement walks, or sky-scrapers. Only a few other towns marked the map in Eastern Canada, and Ottawa, the newly chosen capital of the new Dominion, was a very crude little centre, far different from the city of to-day.

The ocean steamers that sailed up the St. Lawrence to Quebec and Montreal, were pigmies beside the giants of to-day; the seaports of St. John and Halifax were without the great docks our modern marine commerce demands, and Sydney never dreamed that she would become an iron and steel centre.

Now, the four provinces of 1867 have grown to nine, making a chain across the continent. Some of them have an area as large as an European Empire, but so vast is this country of ours that there is enough land left to make nine provinces more if there were population to warrant it. Even in population, our numbers have more than doubled, with the greatest ratio of increase in the last census decade.

For a bushel of wheat grown in 1867 a hundred are grown now, and yet we are only beginning to grow grain in Canada; less than ten per cent. of the tillable area of the entire country being under cultivation. It is equally true that we are only beginning to reap our harvest of the sea, to mine our minerals and to realise on our rich forest resources. It has remained for recent years to utilize that other great potential resource of the "white power" as the water powers have been called in their production of electrical energy. This again, is great national asset of almost incomputable value which was unknown to the generation of pre-Confederation times. "Harnessed lightning" belongs to a later day.

Nothing more marvelous marks to-day than that the mighty power of Niagara, held temporarily in leash by the ingenuity of man, lights cities, draws street cars, and supplies energy to industries hundreds of miles away from the sound of the cataract, and only less wonderful in degree is the application of the same transmitted power in electrical currents to the farm and the barn, to the churn and the grain chopper.

Canada has journeyed far on the high road to nationhood since the thirty-three Fathers of Confederation laid the foundations of a new order half a century ago. She has through the stages of infancy and youth, and is now on the threshold of full manhood.

Alluring as is the future, historically suggestive is a retrospect of the past. Such a retrospect will be valueless, however, if it leaves out the foundation service of our grandparents or parents who lived their day and did their work ere the Dominion was born or when it was young. If Canada ever has a Hall of Fame, or Roll of Immortals, these foundation builders—many, if not most of whom are unknown beyond their own parish—would deserve a niche and national recognition.

As they gazed into the unknown future, and dreamed dreams of the Canada to be, so may we, who are playing our part fifty years later, sing of the Canada to be, in the coming half-century, in the stirring lines of Charles G. D. Roberts:

 

An Ode for the Canadian Confederacy

Awake, my country, the hour of dreams is done!
Doubt not, nor dread the greatness of thy fate.
Tho' faint souls fear the keen, confronting sun,
And fain would bid the morn of splendour wait
Tho' rapt in starry visions, cry,
"Lo, yon thy future, yon thy faith, thy fame!"
And stretch vain hands to stars, thy fame is night,
Here in Canadian hearth, and home, and name;—
This name which yet shall grow
Till all the nations know
Us for a patriot people, heart and hand
Loyal to our native earth,—our own Canadian land!

 

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The Little Leaks

The little leaks in a household mount up in course of a year, A cent here, a cent there; half a loaf of bread wasted, the remainder of the roast thrown out; when the gas leaks, of the range damper is broken; when a stocking goes unmended, or handkerchiefs are lost; when we write a letter and, forgetting to say the important thing, must write another; when we waste paper, ink and time in several attempts before we finally decide just what we do want to say; when pencils are lost and school books, defaced; when too much is cooked, and the dog or cat get the extra chop or piece of steak; when potatoes are thrown out, and other vegetables find their way to the garbage can; when a few hours' work would bring a blouse up-to-date, but instead it is consigned to the rag bag or attic—all small things, but at the end of the year the amount that has been waste is large.

 

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Prayer of the Red Cross Nurse

By Marion Seymour Kirkland

Dear Lord, if I can smooth a brow,
Or soothe a fevered brain,
Or staunch the life-blood of a heart,
I serve, and not in vain.

Oh, but my need for help and strength
Is as the need of ten;
I pray Thee, pour Thy grace on me—
Not for myself, but them!

When sunken eyes look into mine,
They must find courage there;
I must give hope, e'en when my heart
Of hope is stripped and bare.

I know no country, creed, or race,
But o'er life's little span,
'Tis mine to steady wounded feet,
To serve Thee Lord,—and Man.

And so I lift my hands to Thee;
Lord, fill them for my task,
That they may overflow to them—
Lord, this is what I ask.