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posing sights, let me tell you, I felt happy, in again 

 turning my face to my native shores, not in the least 

 downhearted with our own Canada. 



Magnificent, striking spectacles I have indeed wit- 

 nessed, in England, Scotland, Ireland, France, Bel- 

 gium, &c, but whether from the picturesque ruins of 

 Scarborough Castle ; from Arthur's Seat ; or looking 

 across the sparkling waters of Moville Bay, from the 

 sublime, though delapidated walls of Green Castle, 

 Donegal ; or contemplating gaudy Paris, and the historic 

 heights of Montmartre from the lofty summit of the 

 Golonne de la Bastille ; or from the top of the lion- 

 crowned Mound on Waterloo plain, compassing, at one 

 glance, a famous battlefield of the past, no where, have 

 my eyes been feasted with a nobler view than you can 

 any day obtain from the brow of Cape Diamond or 

 from the world-renowned terrace Quebec owes to our 

 regretted late Governor- General ; and after scanning 

 and with our own comparing, the institutions, the 

 aspirations, the freedom, civil, religious and political 

 of other peoples, without envying them their glory, 

 their wisdom, their greatness, but on the contrary taking 

 full note of the same, I felt proud of the strides our 

 country was making in the race of improvement, expan- 

 sion and progress ; prouder still of the recognition Canada 

 which its wealth of mines, phosphates, asbestos, 

 pastures and wheat fields, was rapidly gaining in Europe 

 (applause) ; full of hope in our future, I felt on round- 

 ing Pointe-Levi, inclined to repeat the impassioned 

 utterances of that true friend to Quebec, Lord Dufferin, 

 when addressing a meeting, at Belfast, on the 11th 

 June, 1872. (Prolonged ajyplause.) 



