hing." (Cheers, counter cheers, yells of "Throw him out," followed
by disturbance in the gallery.)

Once more the speaker resumed his oration. He repeated his statement
that the country had been delivered from a great peril. The strain upon
the people's loyalty had been severe, but the bonds that bound them
to the Empire had held fast, and please God would ever hold fast.
(Enthusiastic demonstration from all the audience, indicating intense
loyalty to the Empire.) They had been invited to enter into a treaty for
reciprocal trade with the Republic south of us. He would yield to none
in admiration, even affection, for their American neighbours. He knew
them well; many of his warmest friends were citizens of that great
Republic. But great as was his esteem for that Republic he was not
prepared to hand over his country to any other people, even his American
neighbours, to be exploited and finally to be led into financial
bondage. He proceeded further to elaborate and illustrate the financial
calamity that would overtake the Dominion of Canada as a result of the
establishment of Reciprocity between the Dominion and the Republic. But
there was more than that. They all knew that ancient political maxim
"Trade follows the flag." But like most proverbs it was only half a
truth. The other half was equally true that "The flag followed trade."
There was an example of that within their own Empire. No nation in
the world had a prouder record for loyalty than Scotland. Yet in 1706
Scotland was induced to surrender her independence as a nation and
to enter into union with England. Why? Chiefly for the sake of trade
advantages.

"Ye're a dom leear," shouted an excited Scot, rising to his feet in the
back of the hall. "It was no Scotland that surrendered. Didna Scotland's
king sit on England's throne. Speak the truth, mon." (Cheers, uproarious
laughter and cries, "Go to it, Scotty; down wi' the Sassenach. Scotland
forever!")

When peace had once more fallen the Honourable B. B. Bomberton went on.
He wished to say that his Scottish friend had misunderstood him. He was
not a Scot himself--

"Ye needna tell us that," said the Scot. (Renewed cheers and laughter.)

But he would say that the best three-quarters of him was Scotch in that
he had a Scotch woman for a wife, and nothing that he had said or could
say could be interpreted as casting a slur upon that great and proud and
noble race than whom none had taken a larger and more honour