ou would never again mention to me the name of
empire." In this garden-plot the sisters have erected a pedestal upon
which stands a fair shining woman, even she who is the mother to their
Lord and wonderful God.

In order that her labour may become an offering to her tutelary spirit,
every woman should have a statue in her garden embodying her highest
ideal, whether it be of Isis, Mrs. Eddy, or Diana, the "Goddess
excellently bright." Such a statue would tend also to keep her
religion a divine intimacy rather than a creed or an institutional
observance.

Sister Marie-des-Anges shows me the hospital, and pleasures me with a
delicious cordial which is made out of wild berries and which tastes
better than champagne.

Those who have an eye for esoteric apartments with etchings and
faint-coloured prints on toned-down walls, would not be impressed with
the wards and offices of this hospital where all the furniture is
home-made. It is, however, cleverly contrived and has the prestige of
being literally the original "mission furniture"--no one can gainsay
it. In this connection, give me leave to transcribe here a passage
which I have met with in the book of Thoreau, the naturalist. "Why
should not our furniture be as simple as the Arab's or the Indian's?"
he asks. "When I think of the benefactors of the race whom we have
apotheosized as messengers from heaven, bearers of divine gifts to man,
I do not see in my mind any retinue at their heels, any car-load of
fashionable furniture."

I know not the answer of this question unless it be that we of Canada
need practice in the excellencies of those graces which have respect to
personal simplicity and disrespect to communal opinion. I have a mind
to make a trial of this.

It was in this hospital that "Twelve-Foot" Davis (now in heaven) gave
his instructions to his partner, Jim Cornwall, to take his body on a
sled to the Peace River and bury it on the height of land.

People in the cities are too busily absorbed in the transactions of
peers and politicians to know northern philanthropists like
"Twelve-Foot" Davis, the first man to introduce steel-traps into this
country and to thus dare the wrath of the omnipotent and indomitable
"Company of Gentlemen Adventurers." You may not know it, but the steel
trap has done as much for the Indian as the self-binder has for the
white man.

But down here every one knows that "Twelve-Foot" Davis was held in high
esteem, and any man