ough timber upholstered in cheap prints. But the
really amazing thing was the condition of her children. They were fat,
rosy, exuberant in health and energy. They were Canadians. In a
decade they would begin to fill their place as nation makers. Back in
England they would have gone to the human scrap heap in hunger and
rags. Ten years of slums would have made them into what their mother
was--an unfit; but ten years of Canada was making them into robust
humans capable of battling with life and mastering it.

The line is a fine one and needs to be drawn with distinction. Canada
does not begrudge the down-and-outs, the failures, the disinherited,
the dispossessed, a chance to begin over again. She realizes that she
has room, boundless room, for such as they are to succeed--and many
more; but what she can not and will not do is assume the burden of
these people when they come to Canada and will not try and fail. What
she can not and will not do is permit Europe to clean her pig-sties of
vice and send the human offal to Canadian shores. Children, strays,
waifs, reforms--who have been taken and tested and tried and taught to
support themselves--she welcomes by the thousands. In fact, she has
welcomed 12,260 of them in ten years, and the cases of lapses back to
failure have been so small a proportion as to be inconsiderable.

In the early days, "the remittance man"--or young Englishman living
round saloons in idleness on a small monthly allowance from home--fell
into bad repute in Canada; and it didn't help his repute in the least
to have a title appended to his remittance. Unless he were efficient,
the title stood in his way when he applied for a job, whether as horse
jockey or bank clerk. Canadians do not ask--"_Who_ are you?" or
"_What_ have you?" but "_What can you do?_" "What can you do to add to
the nation's yearly output of things done--of a solid plus on the right
side of the yearly balance?" It is a brutal way of putting things. It
does not make for poetry and art. It may be sordid. I believe as a
people we Canadians, perhaps, do err on the sordid side of the
practical, but it also makes for solidity and national strength.

Ten years have witnessed a complete change in the class of Englishmen
coming to Canada. The drifter, the floater, the make-shift, rarely
comes. The men now coming are the land-seekers--of the blood and type
that settled England and New England and Virginia--of the blood and
ty