The Canadian Commonwealth eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 281 pages of information about The Canadian Commonwealth.

Before digging down to the subterranean springs of Canadian loyalty, we must take emphatic cognizance of several facts.  Canada, while not a republic, is one of the most democratic nations in the world.  Practically every man of political, financial or industrial prominence in Canada to-day came up by the shirt-sleeve route in one generation.  If there is an exception to this statement—­and I know every part of Canada almost as well as I know my own home—­I do not know it.  Sifton, Van Horne, MacKenzie, Mann, Laurier, Borden, Foster, the late Sir John Macdonald—­all came up from penniless boyhood through their own efforts to what Canadians rate as success.  I said “what Canadians rate as success.”  I did not say to affluence, for Canadians do not rate affluence by itself as success.  Laurier, Foster, Sir John Macdonald—­each began as a poor man.  Sifton began life as a penniless lawyer.  Van Horne got his foot on the first rung of the ladder hustling cars for troops in the Civil War.  MacKenzie of Canada Northern fame began with a trowel; Dan Mann with an ax in the lumber woods at a period when wages were a dollar and twenty-five cents a day; Laurier with a lawyer’s parchment and not a thing else in the world.  Foster, the wizard of finance, taught his first finance in a schoolroom.  And so one might go on down the list of Canada’s great.  Unless I am gravely mistaken the richest industrial leader of Ontario began life in a little bake shop, where his wife cooked and he sold the wares; and the richest man in the Canadian West began with a pick in a mine.  I doubt if there is a single instance in Canada of a public man whose family’s security from want traces back prior to 1867.

But the richest are not rated the most successful in Canada.  There is an untold and untellable tragedy here.  There is many a city in Canada which has a Mr. Rich-Man’s-Folly in the shape of a palatial house or castellated residence which failed to force open the portals of respect and recognition for himself.  Folly Castle has been occupied in an isolation that was almost quarantine.  Why?  Because its foundations were laid in some financial mud, which Canada never forgets and never forgives.  Instances could be multiplied of brilliant politicians retired to private life, of moneyed men who spent fortunes to buy a knighthood, a baronetcy, an earldom—­and died disappointed because in early life they had used fiduciary funds or trafficked in politics.  It may impart a seeming snobbery to Canadian life, an almost crude insolence; but it keeps a title from becoming the insignia of an envied dollar bill.  It keeps men from buying what their conduct failed to win.  It does more than anything else to keep down that envy of true success which is the curse of many lands.  Canadian papers rarely trouble to chronicle whether a rich man wears the hair shirt of a troubled conscience, or the paper vest of a tight purse.  They are not interested in him simply

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