denominations, trade conferences and the like, and it struck me that their informal conferences over the tables were contributing a good deal to the success of the meetings which had brought them to the towns. [Illustration: STRATHCONA MONUMENT AT MONTREAL.] A distinction has to be drawn between cities and towns of Old Canada and the cities and towns of the Prairie Provinces and British Columbia. In Old Canada, at Quebec, Montreal, Toronto, London, Hamilton, and many other cities life has settled down; there are traditions going back through several generations. There are old families and family relationships, old churches, institutions, colleges and schools. The life in these old cities has plenty of social intercourse and social enjoyments, and yet there is a freshness and exuberance which are missing in the crowded cities of the Old Country with their sharp social distinctions and their social problems. In these old cities there is culture of literature, art and music. The Toronto University and the McGill University at Montreal draw their thousands of students, who receive an education that covers all the departments of learning. Young men and young women are brought together in the various colleges, friendships are formed, wits sharpen wits. These young men and women are trained to become leaders of thought and action in every department of business, professional and social activity. Cultured English people settling in Old Canada might find to their surprise a keener appetite for artistic and intellectual interests than is at all common among the suburbanites of London and the other British provincial cities. The home life of these Canadian cities, judging by what I saw of it, is very charming. During the summer the fullest advantage is taken of the opportunities which are offered for holidays, week-ends and picnics on the rivers, lakes, and among the hills and woodlands of the beautiful Provinces of Quebec and Ontario. Canadians grew enthusiastic as they told of holidays spent canoeing on the rivers and lakes, camping out in the woods, fishing and shooting—getting, at a trifling cost and in a few hours of railway travelling, right away from civilisation into the heart of primeval forests, or camping in tents or living in huts in some Eden of an island embosomed in a lovely lake; and then in the winter there are endless sources of enjoyment such as we in the Old Country have to spend expensive winter holidays in Switzerland to be able to indulge in. I was in Montreal when the first snow of winter fell. It was a blizzard, with heavy flakes driven before a fierce wind. The blizzard began on a Sunday evening and continued throughout the night. In the morning the snow had ceased, but the appearance of the city was transformed. Every tree glittered outlined in dazzling whiteness, every building was pointed and glistening with the lodging snow. There was a foot of snow of crystal purity in the streets. The people of Montreal