dren well in the world. I don't want to disparage
other provinces, but I say that we Canadians can and do make fortunes;
and what is more, we have the means of enjoying them thoroughly, without
going to other lands to do so."

The sheriff had got on a subject on which he always grew eager, though
he was at length obliged to pause for want of breath. "Take myself, for
example," he continued; "I rose, if you like, from the bottom of the
tree; and I know fifty--I may say a hundred men, who have got up as I
have done--my brother-sheriff of the next county among them. My father
came over from England. He was a baker by trade; but though he knew how
to make loaves, he did not know how to read. He came to the
neighbourhood of Kingston first, and worked as a journeyman. When he
had saved a little money he set up for himself; then he got a share in a
flour-mill, and bought a little land;--then a little more; and then the
flour-mill became his; and lastly, he sold the whole at a considerable
profit, and moving westward, pitched his tent at Pentanquishine, on Lake
Huron. He invested largely in land; and troops being stationed there
during the war with the States, and it becoming a naval station, he
realised a considerable profit. Though uneducated himself, he was
desirous of giving his sons a good education; so he sent us all to the
best school in the province--I might say the only one--kept by the
Reverend Dr Strachan, now Bishop of Toronto, in that big city, then
known as "Muddy Little York." The excellent doctor, of whom we all
stood in reverential awe, had the art of imparting knowledge; and I
believe I, with others, benefited much by it. Of my two elder brothers
I will say nothing, except that they tyrannised over me and another
brother younger than I was. He and I were fast friends, and made common
cause against them. As Pentanquishine could not supply us with clothing
fit to appear in at Toronto, our father directed us to get it at that
place, and entrusted our elder brother with money to pay for it. He got
clothing certainly, and paid the tailor, but it was for himself and not
for us, and we were allowed to go on wearing our shabby clothes. I
protested vehemently against this iniquitous proceeding, but Arthur, my
younger brother, who was of a more gentle nature, yielded quietly and
said nothing.

"There was to be a public examination, at which all the big-wigs in the
place were to attend; and I told my broth