onal affairs in such a way
As best will serve them, and protract their sway.

XLIV.

But not too far do they attempt to go
In serving self. There stands an arbiter
To whom they must appeal; were this not so,
Their conscientiousness might not deter
The country's servants from committing deeds
To hinder which their shame now intercedes.

XLV.

And yet, methinks, the arbiter to whom
They must appeal is far too liberal,
Or far too careless. When the day has come
In which a judgment must be given on all
The actions of their Ministers of State,
The people are too mild and moderate.

XLVI.

Or they forget the misdeeds of the past--
Misdeeds which well deserve a harder name,
And which at first provoked a stormy blast
Of anger, and aroused a sense of shame
Within the people's hearts--these are forgot,
Though on the Nation's life they leave a blot.

XLVII.

They are forgot; for party feelings run
More high than love of country, and the man,
Who can defeat the chosen champion
Of an opposing party, will obtain
A full forgiveness for his deeds of shame,
And crown himself with all a hero's fame.

XLVIII.

Not Liberal and not Conservative
Alone compels my wrath; to either party
My feeble but impartial pen would give
A condemnation passionate and hearty;
Each sees the wreck the Catholic has made
In Canada, and each implores his aid.

XLIX.

Each begs support for only selfish ends;
Unfired with love for Britain's Queen they cry,
And seek to make the Catholics their friends
For party purposes; their loyalty
Bombastically swearing, each bows down
To those inimical to Britain's Crown.

L.

'Tis hate of bigotry, they glibly shout,
Impels their tolerance: Oh! take that word
And bid the feet of License crush it out;
For License now is undisputed lord.
Let not the bigot live,--_but nurse the snake_
_That brings the Inquisition in its wake!_

LI.

See where, in old Quebec, its Premier
Uplifts the Tricolor, and waves it high.
While shouts un-English rend the poisoned air
To greet the new-born Nationality;
And hear Ontario's Minister confess
His joy for this, a Liberal success!

LII.

And is it bigotry to interfere
When treason stalks triumphant through the land?
Will none but bigots hear the traitors cheer,
Nor long to raise aloft the armed hand?
Your ancestors would not account it so;
And English hearts would burn to strike the blow.

LIII.