It is the flag of memory--of language and of race, the emblem of our past upon our hearthstones; and the great country that rules us does not deny us reverence to it.

Seeing it, we see the history of our race from Charlemagne to this day, and we have a pride in that history which England does not rebuke, a pride which is just and right.

It is fitting that we should have a day of commemoration.

Far off in France burns the light our fathers saw and were glad.

And we in Pontiac have a link that binds us to the old home.
We have ever given her proud remembrance--we now give her art and song." With these words, and turning to his wife, he ended, and cries of "Madame Madelinette! Madame Madelinette!" were heard everywhere.