Had I, and others, too, within the ranks,
Haltered our coltish blood, we should have found
That hate to England, not our country's name
And weal, impelled mad Madison upon this war;
And shut the mouths of thousand higher men
Than he.
It is a lesson may I learn
So as to ne'er forget, that in the heat of words
Sparks oft are struck that should be straightway quenched
In cool reflection; not enlarged and fed
With passionate tinder, till a flame is blown
That reaches past our bonds, and leaves behind
Black, sullen stumps where once the green trees grew.
If honour's what we want, there's room enough
For that, and wild adventure, too, in the West,
At half the cost of war, in opening up
A road shall reach the great Pacific.
(_A step_). Ha! Who goes there?
[_Exit_.

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SCENE 5.--_The Road at the foot of Queenston Heights_.

_Mrs. Secord_ (_looking in the direction of her home_). Gone!
Gone! Quite out of sight! Farewell, my home,
Casket that holds my jewels! If no more