Good morrow, worthy friends; I trust you bear Good hopes in loyal hearts for Canada. 1ST SETTLER. That kind o' crop's a failure in our county. Gen'ral, we came to talk about this war With the United States. It ain't quite fair To call out settlers from the other side. BROCK. From it yet on it too! Why came you thence? Is land so scarce in the United States? Are there no empty townships, wilds or wastes In all their borders but you must encroach On ours? And, being here, how dare you make Your dwelling-places harbours of sedition And furrow British soil with alien ploughs To feed our enemies? There is not scope, Not room enough in all this wilderness For men so base. 2ND SETTLER. Why, General, we thought You wanted settlers here. BROCK. Settlers indeed But with the soldier's courage to defend The land of their adoption. This attack On Canada is foul and unprovoked; The hearts are vile, the hands are traitorous That will not help to hurl invasion back. Beware the lariat of the law! 'Tis thrown With aim so true in Canada it brings Sedition to the ground at every cast. 1ST SETTLER. Well, General, we're not your British sort, But if we were we know that Canada Is naught compared with the United States. We have no faith in her, but much in them. BROCK. You have no faith! Then take a creed from me! For I believe in Britain's Empire, and In Canada, its true and loyal son, Who yet shall rise to greatness, and shall stand At England's shoulder helping her to guard True liberty throughout a faithless world. Here is a creed for arsenals and camps, For hearts and heads that seek their country's good; So, go at once, and meditate on it! I have no time to parley with you now-- But think on this as well! that traitors, spies, And aliens who refuse to take up arms, Forfeit their holdings, and must leave this land, Or dangle nearer Heaven than they wish. So to your homes, and ponder your condition. [_Exeunt Settlers ruefully_.] This foreign element will hamper us. Its alien spirit ever longs for change, And union with the States. MACDONELL. O fear it not, Nor magnify the girth of noisy men! Their name is faction, and their numbers few. While everywhere encompassing them stands The silent element that doth not change; That points with steady finger to the Crown-- True as the needle to the viewless pole, And stable as its star! BROCK. I know it well, And trust to it alone for earnestness, Accordant counsels, loyalty and faith. But give me these--and let the Yankees come! With our poor handful of inhabitants, We can defend our forest wilderness, And spurn the bold invader from our shores. [_Re-enter_ ORDERLY.] ORDERLY. Your boat is ready, sir! BROCK. Man it at once--I shall forthwith to York. [_Exeunt_.] SCENE SECOND.--YORK THE CAPITAL OF UPPER CANADA. THE SPACE IN FRONT OF OLD GOVERNMENT HOUSE. [_Enter two_ U. E. LOYALISTS, _separately_.] 1ST U.E. LOYALIST. Well met, my friend! A stirrer like myself.