The Tribune of Nova Scotia: A Chronicle of Joseph HoweGrant, W. L. (William Lawson)
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The Tribune of Nova Scotia: A Chronicle of Joseph Howe
Grant, W. L. (William Lawson)
Howe, Joseph, 1804-1873
Halifax was essentially a naval and military town. As such it was
proud of its great traditions. It was into Halifax Harbour, on
Whitsunday 1813, just as the bells were calling to church, that the
_Shannon_ towed the _Chesapeake_. Captain Broke had been wounded and
the first lieutenant killed, and the _Shannon_ was commanded by a
Halifax boy, her second lieutenant. Of these glories no one was
prouder than Howe. 'On some of the hardest fought fields of the
Peninsula,' he said, 'my countrymen died in the front rank, with their
faces to the foe. The proudest naval trophy of the last American war
was brought by a Nova Scotian into the harbour of his native town; and
the blood that flowed from Nelson's death-wound in the cockpit of the
_Victory_ mingled with that of a Nova Scotian stripling beside him,
struck down in the same glorious fight.'[2]
On summer nights the whole population turned out to hear the regimental
band. One of the great functions of the week was the {9} Sunday church
parade of the garrison to St Paul's Church, which had been built in the
year of the founding of the city. On these occasions the scarlet and
ermine of the chief justice vied in splendour with the gold lace of the
admiral and of the general. Whether this was altogether good for the
town may be doubted. It gave the young men of civilian families a
tendency to ape the military classes and to despise business. The
private soldiers and non-commissioned officers, with little to do in
the piping times of peace, took to the dissipations of the garrison
town. Drunkenness was common, though not more so than in the England
of that day. 'I ask you,' said Howe in his first great speech, 'if
ever you knew a town of the size and respectability of Halifax where
the peace was worse preserved? Scarcely a night passes that there are
not cries of murder in the upper streets; scarcely a day that there are
not two or three fights upon the wharves.'
Yet along with the drink and the snobbishness went much of finer grain.
Many of the British officers brought traditions and standards of social
life and of culture sometimes lacking in the Canada of to-day. At the
dinner-tables of Halifax in the early nineteenth {10} century, when the
merchant aristocracy dined the officers, the standard of manners was
often high and the range of the conversation wide.
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