Free trade 1876-style

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Free trade (or Reciprocity) between Canada and America has always been a hotly-debated issue. Here is an 1876 cartoon in which a Canadian trade representative, Joseph Xavier-Perrault, secretary of the Canadian commission at the Philadelphia Centennial International Exhibition in 1876, brings goods to the US and Uncle Sam vows to retaliate. The captions reads: “Uncle Sam: “Wah! Yeuo aire a bringin deown a might sight o’things, ain’ t yer?” — Secretary Perreault: “Yes, Sir! We are going to show you what we can do up our way in various lines of growth, manufacture, and art. We will astonish you!” — Uncle Sam: “All right young man. (Aside) Just what I want. Then I’ll know better what to fetch up and undersell them across the line 45.”

 

Political Romance

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The stuff you find lying around while you are poking your nose into things historical. Here is an 1892 love poem to Canada from America — hoping his affection will lead to annexation. John Bull in the last verse is the personification of Britain, much as Uncle Sam is of the USA or Johnny Canuck is of our own dear land.

LOVE-SONG
Charles Henry Phelps
Century Magazine

“O Canada, sweet Canada,
Thou maiden of the frost,
From Flattery Cape to Sable Cape
With love for thee we’re crossed.
We could not love thee less nor more,
We love thee clear to Labrador;
Why should we longer thus be vexed?
Consent, coy one, to be annexed.

Canada, sweet Canada,
Our heart is always true;
You know we never really cared
For any one but you.

Your veins are of the purest gold
(We’ve mined them some, the truth be told.) 
True wheat are you, spite chaff and scorn,
And O, your dainty ears (of corn).

O Canada, sweet Canada,
John Bull is much too old
For such a winsome lass as you, —
Leave him to fuss and scold;
Tell him a sister you will be,
He loves you not so much as we;
Fair maiden, stand not thus perplexed,
Come, sweetheart, come and be annexed.”

Buzzlewitz Day Redux

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Last year I posted the following notice with the caveat that I had found little to back it up, but another source has confirmed its truth (thank you).  So here you go:

Altoona, Pennsylvania, and a growing number of communities in the Boston area celebrate Buzzlewitz Day on November 11. According to the Lowther tradition, Buzzlewitz is the elf that is sent by Santa to collect children’s Christmas lists. On 11 November of each year at 11 pm, children leave their Christmas lists and a snickerdoodle cookie on the mantle or in the kitchen. Buzzlewitz comes in the night to collect the lists. In return, he leaves a mint and an acorn.

Listen up

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I gave a little talk at my church the other night about one of my favourite folk, a man before whose altar I daily offer my admiration, my gratitude, and the still-pumping heart of one of the indentured servants on my estate who has grown old and whose existence would otherwise serve no purpose. I refer, of course, to Dr Samuel Johnson, late of Lichfield and London, writer, thinker, talker; foe to hypocrisy, liberals and Americans; friend to corporal punishment, learning and prayer.

Since Christmas is fast approaching, I am going to quote from a sermon the Great Man wrote on the necessity of charity.

This was written over 50 years before Charles Dickens created the character of Ebenezer Scrooge but observe how closely Johnson’s description and Scrooge’s life and personality coincide:

When any man… has learned to act only by the impulse of apparent profit, when he can look upon distress, without partaking it, and hear the cries of poverty and sickness, without a wish to relieve them; when he has so far disordered his ideas as to value wealth without regard to its end, and to amass with eagerness what is of no use in his hands; he is indeed not easily to be reclaimed; his reason, as well as his passions, is in combination against his soul, and there is little hope, that either persuasion will soften, or arguments convince him. A man, once hardened in cruelty by inveterate avarice, is scarcely to be considered as any longer human; nor is it to be hoped, that any impression can be made upon him, by methods applicable only to reasonable beings. Beneficence and compassion can be awakened in such hearts only by the operation of divine grace, and must be the effect of a miracle, like that which turned the dry rock into a springing well.

Scrooge was indeed fortunate that such a miracle, or rather a whole series of miracles, intervened and turned the dry rock of his soul into a springing well. But few of us will be frightened into a change of heart by ghostly visitations. Why therefore should we become dispensers of charity? Listen closely, because Johnson is speaking on this very subject:


The chief advantage which is received by mankind from the practice of charity, is the promotion of virtue amongst those who are most exposed to such temptations as it is not easy to surmount: temptations of which no man can say that he should be able to resist them, to estimate the force, and represent the danger.

We see every day men blessed with abundance, and revelling in delight, yet overborne by ungovernable desires of increasing their acquisitions; and breaking through the boundaries of religion, to pile heaps on heaps, and add one superfluity to another, to obtain only nominal advantages and imaginary pleasures.

For these we see friendships broken, justice violated, and nature forgotten; we see crimes committed, without the prospect of obtaining any positive pleasure, or removing any real pain. We see men toiling through meanness and guilt, to obtain that which they can enjoy only in idea, and which will supply them with nothing real which they do not already abundantly possess.

Did you get that? The chief beneficiary of charity is the giver! It saves him from becoming someone he should not want to be — someone insensitive to what is truly important and a slave to an obsession that will bring him only meanness of spirit. We often see a character on television cry with an impassioned sneer: “I don’t need your charity!”Perhaps not. But we need to give it.

Praise the Lord, and pass the resistance theory!

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Rejoice, friends and neighbours! At last, the Christmas present for the hard-to-buy-for loved one — a piercing probe into sixteenth-century political thought by one of the historical profession’s most piercing probers.  You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. You’ll kiss 12 bucks goodbye. At an Amazon site near you.

October 25, 1854

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Because of a misunderstood order, the British Light Brigade of cavalry attacked a heavily defended Russian position during the Crimean War. Casualties were heavy: 118 men killed, 127 wounded, 60 taken prisoner and 335 dead horses. Watching the action, a French general remarked, “C’est magnifique, mais ce n’est pas la guerre. C’est de la folie.” (It’s magnificent, but it’s not war. It is madness.”) Alfred Tennyson’s poem was memorized by schoolboys for over a century.

Half a league, half a league, 

 Half a league onward, 

All in the valley of Death 

 Rode the six hundred. 

“Forward, the Light Brigade! 

Charge for the guns!” he said: 

Into the valley of Death 

 Rode the six hundred. 

“Forward, the Light Brigade!” 

Was there a man dismay’d?   

Not tho’ the soldier knew 

 Some one had blunder’d: 

Theirs not to make reply, 

Theirs not to reason why, 

Theirs but to do and die:    

Into the valley of Death 

 Rode the six hundred. 

Cannon to right of them, 

Cannon to left of them, 

Cannon in front of them   

 Volley’d and thunder’d; 

Storm’d at with shot and shell, 

Boldly they rode and well, 

Into the jaws of Death, 

Into the mouth of Hell   

 Rode the six hundred. 

Flash’d all their sabres bare, 

Flash’d as they turn’d in air 

Sabring the gunners there, 

Charging an army, while  

  All the world wonder’d: 

Plunged in the battery-smoke 

Right thro’ the line they broke; 

Cossack and Russian 

Reel’d from the sabre-stroke    

 Shatter’d and sunder’d. 

Then they rode back, but not 

  Not the six hundred. 

Cannon to right of them, 

Cannon to left of them,     

Cannon behind them 

 Volley’d and thunder’d; 

Storm’d at with shot and shell, 

While horse and hero fell, 

They that had fought so well   

Came thro’ the jaws of Death, 

Back from the mouth of Hell, 

All that was left of them, 

  Left of six hundred. 

When can their glory fade?    

O the wild charge they made! 

  All the world wonder’d. 

Honor the charge they made! 

Honor the Light Brigade, 

 Noble six hundred!

October 19

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Ten reasons why October 19 was a very bad day, (or a good day, depending on whose side you are on.) Certainly it was a very consequential day.

  • 202 BC Scipio Africanus and his Roman legions defeat Hannibal at the Battle of Zama. Game over for the Carthaginian Empire.
  • 439 Vandal barbarians take Carthage. Persecution of Catholics ensues.
  • 1812 Napoleon begins his disastrous retreat from Moscow. His Grande Armée will be destroyed on their way back.
  • 1914 First Battle of Ypres. 10 million German and Allied soldiers square off. (see illustration above)
  • 1921 Portuguese Prime Minister Antonio Granjo murdered in a coup.
  • 1933 Nazi Germany withdraws from the League of Nations.
  • 1943 The merchant ship Sinfra is sunk off the coast of Crete. 2,098 Italian prisoners of war drown or are shot by their German guards.
  • 1950 The Chinese Communist conquest of Tibet begins.
  • 1950 500,000 Chinese Communist “volunteers” pour across the Yalu River to join in the Korean War and save North Korea from a U.N. army.
  • 1984 Catholic priest Jerzy Popiełuszko, who had been working with the Solidarity trade union movement, is murdered by the Polish secret police.

Nationalism and chronic back pain

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Canadians often point out that while the American constitution promises “Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness,” the constitution of Canada–written in the 1860s in England–sets a more modest goal: “Peace, order, and good government.” This difference reaches into every corner of the two nations.

My favourite example is a book of medical advice. It was written by a Canadian, Judylaine Fine, and published in Toronto under an extremely modest title, Your Guide to Coping with Back Pain. Later, American rights were acquired by New York publishers; they brought out precisely the same book under a new title, Conquering Back Pain. And there, in a grain of sand, to borrow from William Blake, we can see a world of differing attitudes. Our language reveals how we think, and what we are capable of thinking. Canadians cope. Americans conquer. Canadian readers of that book will assume that back pain will always be with them. Americans will assume that it can be destroyed, annihilated, abolished, conquered. Americans expect life, liberty, happiness, and total freedom from back pain. Canadians can only imagine peace, order, good government, and moderate back pain.

– Robert Fulford

October 15

screen-shot-2016-10-04-at-10-00-12-amSt Teresa of Àvila

The Catholic Church has a history of suspicion of mystics, for how can one tell whether visions are authentic or delusions or engendered by evil forces? Is it the Holy Spirit or is it heartburn? St Teresa and her spiritual director, St John of the Cross, were two sixteenth-century Spanish mystics who were at first repressed by the Church and then hailed as holy figures and canonized.

Teresa Sánchez de Cepeda y Ahumada (1515-82) was born into a wealthy family with some Jewish ancestors and a record of investigations by the Spanish Inquisition which never took conversions at face value. She entered a Carmelite nunnery and for years did nothing to distinguish herself as a spiritual powerhouse but in time two things put her on the path to greatness. The first was a series of visions and mystical contact with the divine and the second was a growing disgust with the moral laxity she found in the convent, a feeling which led her to call for reform. Both brought her trouble from Church authorities.

Some of her colleagues suggested that her visions were demonic and she was advised to keep silent about them but Teresa became convinced that her spiritual encounters were for the good and could not be suppressed. One of her most famous visions was immortalized in stone by the sculptor Bernini (see above).

I saw an angel very near me, towards my left side, in bodily form . . . This angel appeared rather small than large, and very beautiful. His face was so shining that he seemed to be one of those highest angels called seraphs, who look as if all on fire with divine love. He had in his hands a long golden dart; at the end of the point methought there was a little fire. And I felt him thrust it several times through my heart in such a way that it passed through my very bowels. And when he drew it out, methought it pulled them out with it and left me wholly on fire with a great love of God.

She recorded her mystical experiences in book form and eventually the Church recognized their authenticity but her attempts to restore humility and simplicity to the lives of nuns was met with open hostility by her superiors and the Inquisition. She struggled on and saw her Order of the Discalced Carmelites accepted and thriving.

Teresa had a wonderful way with words. She once complained to God that if this was how he treated his friends it was no wonder he had so few of them. She also said that there were more tears shed over prayers answered than prayers denied. When she was criticized for enjoying a good meal she commented, “There is a time for partridge and a time for penance.”

Teresa is the patron saint of Spain, of those suffering from illness, especially headaches, nuns and laceworkers.