me go,” was enough to draw tears. Next in point of interest to this link between red and white came the habitant. The Upper Canadian was very tame after these two, and Toronto was but “a place of considerable importance ... in the eyes of its inhabitants.” Another writes of travel by water as he finds it in America: “There is no toothbrush in the country, simply I believe the article is entirely unknown to the American toilet. A common towel, however, passes from hand to hand, and suffices for the perfunctory ablutions of the whole party on board.” No man in England would take the trouble to contradict this; it was much easier to buy the book, read, be amused, and believe--as he did with the Indian party. Much as Mackenzie was instrumental in doing for his country, he was scarcely a person to make his province interesting when he presented himself in London. “Now Willie’s awa’ frae the land o’ contention, Frae the land o’ mistake and the friends o’ dissension; He’s gane o’er the waves as an agent befitting Our claims to support in the councils o’ Britain,” sang a Canadian bard in 1832, when Mackenzie, with his monster grievance book under his arm, set sail for the Home Office. The quiet of the vessel after his late life in Little York was irksome; so this stormy petrel went aloft one night in a howling tempest, no doubt in a fit of home-sickness, and remained for hours at the masthead. Scarcely had he descended when one of the sails was blown away. “Then there the Reformers shall cordially meet him, An’ there his great namesake, King William, shall greet him.” He lost no time in putting himself in communication with Hume, Roebuck, Cobbett and O’Connell, and with Lord Goderich, then Colonial Secretary; but just how far the meeting was cordial, with those from whom cordiality was expected, only a long comparison of data can show. Even then our opinions had weight, as in ’31 when Brougham wrote: “Dear Lord Grey, the enclosed is from a Canadian paper; they have let you off well, as being priggish and having a Newcastle burr, and _also_ as _not_ being like O’Connell.” Mackenzie was in the nick of time to see that wonderful sight for eyes such as his--a great aristocracy bowing to the will of a great people--to hear the third reading of the Reform Bill. He was lucky enough to get into that small gallery in the House of Lords which accommodates only some eighty persons. He noticed that but few peers had arrived, and that a number of members from the Lower House stood about. To stand they were forced, or sit upon the matting, for there were neither chairs nor benches for them--a state of things highly displeasing to the fiery little democratic demagogue perched aloft, anxious to hear and determined that others should yet hear him.