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inevitably have desired to see placed there at the moment of their 

 party's triumph, when such a conspicuous trophy was suggested. 

 Wiser men may have counselled phrases more modest, which the 

 stubborn extremists would not away with; and thus, between the 

 two, it may have happened that no inscription at all was carved. 

 Better, perhaps, this — than that at an after-period an erasure should 

 be demanded, and procured, on the plea of untruth, as has actually 

 come to pass in the case of the Monument in London, since the days 

 when Pope wrote. 



Here I close my memoirs of the two eminent men, whose respective 

 careers I have desired to recall to your recollection. 



Whenever next we cross and re-cross the route of our now classic 

 and even ancient Yonge Street, as we travel to Orillia or Graven- 

 hurst, by the ISTorthern Railway of Canada; or whenever, borne 

 swiftly along on the track of the Great Western, we look down from 

 the cars upon the thriving town and picturesque valley of Dundas, it 

 will, in both cases, invest the scene with fitting associations, and add 

 interest to the journey, if we recall to our minds, as we proceed on 

 our way, the fates and fortunes of the two personages from whom 

 the localities on which we gaze derive their names — the frank, genial- 

 looking, many-sided Devonshire man, Sir George Yonge, Secretary 

 at War in 1782; and the cool, shrewd-featured, able and dextrous 

 Scot, Henry Dundas, Yiscount Melville, First Lord of the Admiralty 

 in 1805. 



