HAVILAND’S IDEA.

“GRAND MASTER. O, if you knew what our astrologers say of the coming age and of our age, that has in it more history within a hundred years than all the world had in four thousand years before.” CAMPANELLA The City of the Sun.

When they arrived before the Manor House front, Mr. Chrysler could almost believe himself in some ancestral place in Europe, the pinnacles clustered with such a tranquil grace and the walk of pines surrounding the place seemed to frown with such cool, dark shades.

Within, he found it a comfortable mingling of ancient family portraits and hanging swords strung around the walls, elaborate, ornate old mantel ornaments, an immense carved fireplace, and such modern conveniences as Eastlake Cabinets, student’s lamps and electric bell. In a distant corner of the large united dining and drawing-room, the evidently favorite object was a full-size cast of the Apollo Belvedere.

Chamilly introduced him respectfully to his grandmother, Madame Bois-Hebert, an aged, quiet lady, with dark eyes.

In the expressive face of the young man could be traced a resemblance to hers, and the grace of form and movement which his firmer limbs and greater activity gave him, were evidently something like what the dignity of mien and carriage that were still left her by age had once been.

He was tall and had a handsome make, and kindly, generous face. The features of his countenance were marked ones, denoting clear intelligent opinions; and his hair, moustache and young beard, of jet black, contrasted well with the color which enriched his brunet cheek. Whether it was due to a happy chance or to the surroundings of his life, or whether descent from superior races has something in it, existence had been generous to him in attractions.

When Madame withdrew, after the tea, he gave Mr. Chrysler a chair by the fireplace in the drawing-room end of the apartment, for it was a cool evening, and saying: “Do you mind this? It is a liking of mine,” stepped over to the lamps and turned them down, throwing the light of the burning wood upon the pictures and objets d’art which adorned the apartment.

The great cast of Apollo, though in shadow, stood out against a background of deep red hangings in its corner and attracted the older gentleman’s remarks.

“I have arranged the surroundings to recall my first impression of him in the Vatican Galleries,” said the other. “I was wandering among that riches of fine statues and had begun to feel it an embarras, as our own phrase goes, when I came into a chamber and saw in the midst of it this most beautiful of the deities rising lightly before me, looking ahead after the arrow he has shot.”

“You have been in Italy, then?”

I have, Sir, he answered, I have had my Italian days like Longfellow; and, looking into the fire, he continued low, almost to himself:

“... Land of the Madonna:
How beautiful it is! It seems a garden
Of Paradise ... Long years ago
I wandered as a youth among its bowers
And never from my heart has faded quite
Its memory, that like a summer sunset,
Encircles with a ring of purple light
All the horizon of my youth.”

As Chrysler regarded him then and heard this free expression of feeling he could not but feel that Haviland was a foreigner, different from the British peoples.

“And yet,” mused Haviland, in a moment again, “Have we not a more than Italy in this beautiful country of our own?”

After weighing his companion in thought for a few moments longer, according to a habit of his, the elder man recollected another matter:

“You have resigned your seat in the Dominion House to enter the Provincial. Why is that?”

“A new turn has arrived in affairs, sir. The Honorable Genest’s fever has broken him down. He cannot fill a place where activity is needed. Until the fever, he was an influence, you know, in the Dominion House, while I was in the Local. After it, he arranged that we should exchange seats, as the Legislature has latterly been so quiet. Lately, however, Picault’s corruptionists, whom we thought crushed, have made another assault for the moneys, bullied, lied, and bribed, weighed their silver to the Iscariots, and edged Genest out of his seat.”

“Who is their man here?”

“Libergent, lawyer. The election was annulled for frauds, but by moving the heavens and earth of the Courts they saved Libergent from disqualification, and now he appears again against us. Our cause calls for energetic action, in the Legislature, so Genest and I are changing places back again.”

“I hope you will not be lost to us long?”

“No longer than I can help. The national work will never cease to attract me. Is it not sublime this nation-making? that this generation, and particularly a few individuals like you, sir, and myself should be honored by Heaven with the task of founding a people! It is as grand as the nebulous making of stars!”

The seigneur’s manner was full of enthusiasm.

“I can’t see it as you young men do,” Chrysler said, in an inflection suggestive of regret. “What may we effect beyond trying to keep Government pure and prudent, and we are often powerless to do even that? Nor can we form the future character of the people much, but must leave that to themselves, don’t you think?”

“A partial truth,” he returned, meditatively, a great one too. When I go into the country among the farmers, I often think: The people are the true nation-makers.

“And Providence has apparently designed it,” the old man proceeded in his gentle strain, “to be our modest lot to follow the lead of other lands more developed and better situated. Where do you discover anything striking in the outlook?”

“I do not care for a thing because it is striking; but I care for a great thing if it is really great. Do not think me too daring if I suggest for a moment that Canada should aim to lead the nations instead of being led. I believe that she can do it, if she only has enough persistence. A people should plain for a thousand years and be willing to wait centuries. Still, merely to lead is very subordinate in my view: a nation should only exist, and will only exist permanently, if it has a reason of existence. France has hers in the needs of the inhabitants of a vast plain; local Britain in those of an island; with Israel it was religion; with Imperial Rome, organised civilization; Panhellenism had the mission of intellect; Canada too, to exist, must have a good reason why her people shall live and act together.”

“What then is our ‘reason of existence?’”

“It must be an aim, a work,” he said soberly.

The elder man was surprised. “My dear Haviland,” he exclaimed, “Are you sure you are practical?”

“I think I am practical, Mr. Chrysler,” Haviland replied firmly. “I have that objection so thoroughly in mind, that I would not expose my news to an ordinary man. It is because you are broad, liberal and willing to-examine matters in a large aspect, and that I think that in a large aspect I shall be justified, as at least not unreasonable, that I open my heart to you. Believe me, I am not unpractical, but only seeking a higher plane of practicality.”

“But how do you propose to get the people to follow this aim?”

“If they were shown a sensible reason why they ought to be a nation,” said he with calm distinctness, “a reason more simple and great than any that could be advanced against it it is all they would require. I propose a clear ideal for them a vision of what Canada ought to be and do; towards which they can look, and feel that every move of progress adds a definite stage to a definite and really worthy edifice.”

“The-oretical” Chrysler murmured slowly, shaking his head.

“For a man, but not for a People!” the young Member cried.

Both were silent some moments. The elder looked up at last “What sort of Ideal would you offer them?”

“Simply Ideal Canada, and the vista of her proper national work, the highest she might be, and the best she might perform, situated as she is, all time being given and the utmost stretch of aims. As Plato’s mind’s eye saw his Republic, Bacon his New Atlantis, More his Utopia; so let us see before and above us the Ideal Canada, and boldly aim at the programme of doing something in the world.”

“Can you show me anything special that we can do in the world?” the old man asked. His caution was wavering a little. “It is not impossible I may be with you,” he added.

The Ontarian, in fact, did not object in a spirit of cavil. He did so apparently neither to doubt nor to believe, but simply to enquire, for in life he was a business man. His father had left him large lumber interests to preserve, and the responsibility had framed his prudence. He took the same kind of care in examining the joints of Haviland’s scheme as he would have exacted about the pegging or chains of a timber crib which was going to run a rapid.

“Why, here for instance,” answered Haviland, “are great problems at our threshold: Independence, Imperial Federation, both of them bearing on all advance in civilized organizations, Unification of Races development of our vast and peculiar areas. Education, too, Foreign Trade, Land, the Classes press upon our attention.”

“You would have us awake to some such new sense of our situation as Germany did in Goethe’s day?”

“I pray for no long-haired enthusiasts. We have business different from altering the names of the Latin divinities into Teutonic gutturals.”

“The country itself will see to that. We have the fear of the nations round about in our eyes,” grimly said Chrysler; then he added: “I have never known you as well as I wish, Haviland. You speak of this work as if you had some definite system of it, while all the notions I have ever met or formed of such a thing have been partial or vague.”

Chamilly stood up and the firelight shone brightly and softly upon his flushed cheek; the dark portraits on the walls seemed to look out upon him as if they lived, and the statue of Apollo to rise and associate its dignity with his.

“I have a system,” he said. “I almost feel like saying a commission of revelation. The reason, sir, why I asked you here was that you, my venerated friend, might understand my ideas and sympathize with them, and help me.”

He hesitated.

“I will ask you to read a manuscript, of which you will find the first half in your room. The remainder is not written yet”

Pierre, the butler, brought in coffee and they talked more quietly of other subjects.