that they are worthless. It is a waste of money to employ them.
The trouble below Cape Diamond froths up and goes down as quickly
as the effervescence on a bottle of ginger beer. Before you can
find out what it is all about, it is all over. It has not even
touched the real French-Canadians, the men of the forests and the
farms. They are loyal by nature, and slow by temperament. You have
got to give them time, and light.

What is happening in Quebec now? Just what ought to happen. The
draft is going forward smoothly and steadily, without resistance.
Sons of the best French-Canadian families are volunteering for the
war. Recruits from Laval University are coming in, stirred perhaps
by the knowledge that forty thousand Catholic priests in France
have entered the army which fights against the Prussian paganism.

The petty politicians who have sought to serve their own ends
by putting forward the mad notion of secession and an independent
"Republic of Quebec" have gone to cover under a storm of ridicule
and indignation. M. Bourassa's iridescent dream of French-Canadian
nationalism has disappeared like a soap-bubble. M. Francoeur's
motion in the Quebec legislature, carrying a vague hint that the
province might withdraw from the Dominion if the other provinces
were not particularly nice to it, was snowed under by an overwhelming
vote. The patriotic and eloquent speech of the provincial Premier,
M. Gouin, was received with every sign of approval. The political
cinema has shown its latest film, and the title is evidently
_"Fidelite de Quebec."_

Meantime a Catholic missioner has been in the province. The visit
of Archbishop Mathieu of Saskatchewan was probably made on the