But it is not alone that British prosperity is now crushed by the domination of a retrogressive race, but it is that a British people are obliged to feel the galling and unnatural fact, that the power of the government of England is wielded to keep up institutions in America, to the destruction of which, in Europe, it owes its freedom and its greatness. It is not alone that loyalty is sickened to the very death in Upper Canada, at seeing the best gifts of the crown handed over to political pickpockets--for we hold every man, and we can call upon all America to second us in it, as no better than a political pickpocket, who is a democrat in his heart and soul, and whines out "God save the Queen," to pillage her Majesty's treasury--it is not alone that loyalty is galled to madness at this, but it is that loyalty is obliged to see that, however much it may beat these men at the hustings, and by virtue of the constitution, they can still laugh at all its efforts as long as they can play the part of French tools. In all history, in short, there is not a parallel to the state of things at present existing in the Canadas. To men whose very accents, whose very faces are a living libel upon all loyalty to England, England has by her legislation given power to trample under their feet the only friends she had in the hour of her need. To men who are contending for the perpetuation of institutions which all Europe was obliged to throw off before it could breathe a free breath, or extend a free arm, England has by her legislation given the power, not only to drive her children into the slough of despond, but to mount upon their shoulders there, and sink them irretrievably. England has literally in the Canadas made her loyalists political slaves; her enemies their political task-masters. HAMILTON, CANADA WEST. _23d April, 1849._ Dies Boreales. No. I. CHRISTOPHER UNDER CANVASS. * * * * * SCENE--_Cladich, Lochawe-side_. TIME--_Sunrise_. NORTH--BULLER--SEWARD. * * * * * NORTH. "Under the opening eyelids of the Morn!" Mefeels, Amici, at this moment, the charm of that Impersonation. Slowly awaking from sleep--scarcely conscious of her whereabouts--bewildered by the beauty of the revelation, nor recognising her beloved lochs and mountains--visionary and nameless all as if an uncertain prolongation of her Summer's Night's Dream. SEWARD. I was not going to speak, my dear sir. NORTH. And now she is broad awake. She sees the heaven and the earth, nor thinks, God bless her, that 'tis herself that beautifies them! SEWARD. Twenty years since I stood on this knoll, honoured sir, by your side--twenty years to a day--and now the same perfect peace possesses me--mysterious return--as if all the intervening time slid away--and this were not a renewed but a continuous happiness. NORTH.