Mr.Hawke rehearsed the British armament in the Western Hemisphere, and counted the guns in Halifax, Montreal, Quebec, Esquimalt, to say nothing of the Bermudas, the Bahamas, and the British West Indies.

He pointed out that England already possessed a fighting fleet on the Great Lakes which wanted nothing but the guns--and those could be mounted in a day--to make them capable of burning a fringe ten miles wide along the whole lake coast of the United States.

Buffalo, Detroit, Chicago, every city on the lakes was at the mercy of England; and now her agent, Senator Hanway, to make the awful certainty threefold surer, was traitorously proposing his Georgian Bay-Ontario Canal.

Mr.
Hawke, being a Southern man, and because no Southern man can complete an interview without, like Silas Wegg, dropping into verse, quoted from Byron where he stole from Waller for his lines on White: "So the struck eagle stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart." Mr.Hawke closed in with a burst of eloquence, but metaphors sadly mixed, by picturing this country as a "struck eagle," expiring at the feet of England.

It then might find, cried Mr.Hawke, how it had winged the murderous shaft that stole its life away with the Georgian Bay-Ontario Canal.