MONTREAL AND OTTAWA
Montreal, the metropolis of Canada; Ottawa, the Capital; each a city
supreme in a certain individual type; within three hours of each
other by rail, are closely inter-related, as are New York and
Washington in the United States. In England, and in France, the
Capital and the metropolis are one; but there are certain advantages
to a country when its legislative centre may be kept apart from the
engulfing life of its commercial metropolis. It was one of the
felicitous inspirations of Queen Victoria when she chose the little
village that had been known as Bytown (in honour of Colonel By, the
builder of the Rideau Canal) to be the capital of the Dominion and to
be known as Ottawa. For many years the parliamentary sessions had
alternated between Montreal and Quebec. The foundation stone of the
new Parliament Building was laid by the Prince of Wales (later Edward
VII.) in 1860, when the youthful prince made his memorable tour of
the Dominion and the United States. Some seven years later the first
parliamentary session was held in the new capital. A most
significant session it was, as it marked the date of the complete
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ushered in the Dominion.
It is an anomaly that Montreal, a commercial metropolis of the most
prominent and pronounced type, should be the one Canadian city that
most lends herself to idealisation. One treads her thoroughfares as
if under the spell of some Merlin of old, and sees the moving
panorama of life as if in distance and in dream.
One is led on by invisible hands; he is haunted by voices that for
centuries have been silent on earth; beckoned by some inconceivable
sign and signal in the dreamy blue of the distant horizon, in whose
shades phantom forms are vanishing.
"Flitting, passing, seen, and gone,"
baffling all recognition, yet beckoning by mystic flash from the
ethereal realm. Was it one of these vanishers, questioned the
observer, as a gleam passes in the distance, or was it instead a
flash from some electric circuit, to be scientifically accounted for?
One is steeped in bewilderment, for who indeed may interpret this
legend-haunted air? The life of the dead centuries presses closely
upon the life of the throbbing hour.
The visitor to Montreal instantly feels that anything might be
possible in the strangely fascinating atmosphere of this old-world
city. One has more than crossed the border line between the Dominion
and the United States; one has crossed the border {67} line of
centuries. Is it 1535 or is it 1915? The twentieth century clasps
hands with some dim historic period. The result is bewildering. All
modern beauty of vista, of groups of sculpture, or the architectural
magnificence of stately and splendid public buildings, of magnificent
private residences, of cathedral and churches, of great institutions,
of all latter-day conveniences and luxuries of life--all these, as
one would find in New York or Paris; yet with them, as an intangible
and invisible scenic setting, an impalpable atmosphere lingers, that
haunting impress of the far-away past, of historic associations that
persist with singular vitality; of great personalities who trod these
regions where now stretch away the handsome modern streets; of
intense purposes borne on the air, purposes that struggled to
fulfilment, or went down to temporary defeat in darkness and
tragedy--all these seem to throng about the visitor who for the first
time finds himself in Montreal.
Montreal may be entered by many ways, by land or by sea; but she is
very conveniently entered from New England.
It is a picturesque trip, that between Boston and Montreal, and as
the sun journeys onward to the horizon line the purple valleys and
the rose and amber that tinge the summits of the Green Mountains
afford luxurious contrasts of colour. In the late evening the
brilliant illuminations of Montreal at the west side of the Victoria
Jubilee Bridge, {68} spanning the St. Lawrence River, come into view.
In all Canada, perhaps, there is no more beautiful view than that of
Montreal lying under the white moonlight with Mount Royal in the
shadowy background, as seen from the railway train crossing the
Victoria Jubilee Bridge. The broken reflections of the moon are seen
in a wide track in the rippling, dancing waters in the middle of the
river, while every lamp of the long rows that border each side of the
bridge is repeated in the river below. The water front of the city
is all aglow with brilliant lights; backward, in the soft, receding
shadows, gleam points of light from myriad homes, and the long lines
of street lamps make illuminated avenues of the thoroughfares. The
moon, like a silver globe, hangs over Mount Royal, while floating
clouds imprison the radiance for an instant and then, relenting, set
it free again.
[Illustration: Interior of Notre Dame, Montreal]
Nor is the view by daylight less to be remembered. The mighty river
sweeps under the massive and majestic structure, while hundreds of
steamers, sailing vessels, steam tugs, craft, indeed, of every
description, are plying the waters of the St. Lawrence opposite the
harbour, and the vast city of Montreal in its transcendently
beautiful location at the base of the mountain completes a picture
never to be forgotten. For miles the harbour is lined with imposing
stone structures, the city's warehouses; and the numerous
manufactories, with their tall chimneys {69} sending out great
volumes of smoke, stretch away on the shores of the St. Lawrence as
far as the eye can reach, with their story of the wonderful
commercial metropolis of the Canadian empire. The picture is one to
enchain the artist and the social statistician as well. It is of
itself a study in economics and commercial development.
From an engineering standpoint this bridge ranks with the foremost
structures of contemporary achievements. The Victoria Tubular Bridge
which it replaced was built in 1860, and was at that time considered
the eighth wonder of the world; but it became insufficient to meet
the increase of traffic, and in October of 1897 the work of building
the present stupendous structure was inaugurated. The chief engineer
was Mr. Joseph Hobson, whose ingenuity and skill contrived to utilise
the tube of the old bridge as a roadway, on which a temporary steel
span was moved out to the first pier, the new structure being then
erected outside the temporary span. Begun in 1897, it was completed
in 1899, and during its construction the enormous traffic of the
Grand Trunk System was delayed very little, a remarkable fact when it
is realised that while the old bridge weighed nine thousand and
forty-four tons, the new one weighs twenty-two thousand tons, and
while the width of the former was but sixteen feet, the width of the
new bridge is sixty-six feet, with a height of from forty to sixty
feet, while the one it replaced was but {70} eighteen feet high. The
old bridge was built for seven million dollars, while the new one
cost two million pounds. The latter carries trains in both
directions at the same time, trains with two consolidation engines
and tenders, coupled, whose average weight is five thousand two
hundred pounds to each foot of length, with a car-load of four
thousand pounds to the foot; and a moving load on each carriage way
of a thousand pounds a foot. Nor is there any limit prescribed for
the speed of either railway trains or carriage and motor car
crossings.
This magnificent structure is, indeed, a marvel of the age. There
was a pretty scene that lives in memory which marked the date of
October 16, 1901. On the very spot where the Prince of Wales (later
King Edward) stood when he drove the last rivet in the old Victoria
Tubular Bridge in 1860, stood their Royal Highnesses the Duke and
Duchess of Cornwall and York (now King George and Queen Mary), with a
group of the officials of the railway, thus linking into succession
notable events separated by more than forty years.
As one of the wonderful achievements of the opening year of the
twentieth century, this bridge draws thousands of sightseers, every
year, to study its beauty and marvellous efficiency.
The scenes that Cartier saw fade from the eye, and one sees the solid
and splendid business quarters of Montreal, the charming and enticing
residential sections. Yet again an anomaly--a mountain in the {71}
heart of a city! And it is ascended, not by climbing over
perpendicular rocks, but by an easy gliding car that makes its ascent
as much a part of a pleasure drive as might be the drive in Hyde Park
or in the Bois du Boulogne. Mount Royal suggests in some way the
Monreale of Palermo, save that it is crowned by no cathedral, but
from its height of a thousand feet it offers a panorama of city and
river and wood and mountain ranges that is indescribable. What must
be the influence on a city's life of having such a resort as this?
It is in itself a prospect of unique and unrivalled beauty; it is a
playground for all forms of recreation, _al fresco_; it is spiritual
sanctuary. Again, the mystic vanishers beset one's footsteps, and
signals beckon from the vast azure sea of the air. The sunset
splendours glow and deepen over Westmount, Montreal's most beautiful
suburb, which climbs up the mountain side, with such views, such
charm of outlook, as one might well travel many a league to find.
It is again in that realm where nothing is but what is not, that one
is led to that haunt of the student and the antiquary, the Château de
Ramezay, built more than two hundred years ago by Claude de Ramezay,
then governor of Montreal. And if the American Congressional
Commission, comprising Franklin, Chase, and Carroll, who sat there
for days and nights arguing, pleading, insisting that Canada should
unite with the thirteen states in their rebellion and defiance of
King George, had prevailed, {72} had the Canadians yielded, what
would the course of history have been? How would its trend of events
have contrasted with the present? It is an interesting and curious
speculation not without historical value of its own.
The Antiquarian and Numismatic Society of Montreal acquired the
Château de Ramezay in 1895, after the building had passed through
several vicissitudes of ownership, to make of it an Historical
Portrait Gallery and Museum. One finds here a copy of the old
painting in oils of the first Ursuline Monastery in Quebec, which was
built in 1640, and destroyed by fire a year later, the original work
being in the Ursuline Convent in Quebec. In the foreground of the
picture is the house that was occupied by Bishop Laval in 1699. A
large number of interesting old portraits are here, the gifts of the
descendants or adherents of the sitters themselves; and
coats-of-arms, antiquities, documents, and other matters of interest
make up a valuable historical museum.
Montreal is enshrined in legendary lore. The Ile de la Cité, in
Paris, is hardly more entangled in mystic story than is the
metropolis of the Dominion. The tale that has come down the ages
that the martyred preacher Saint-Denis walked from the heights of
Montmartre, near Paris, to the Ile de la Cité, carrying his severed
head in his hands, does not more challenge one's confidence in its
authenticity than do many of the legends that haunt the {73}
imagination of the visitor in Montreal. About the middle of the
seventeenth century a permanent settlement was founded in La Place
Royale, near where the old Customs House now stands. Upon a
warehouse in close proximity is placed a tablet with an inscription
to the effect that on this site stood the first manor-house of
Montreal, which from 1661 to 1712 was the seminary of St. Sulpice.
The story of the settlement of La Place Royale is one of the mystical
tales to be found in the Relations des Jésuites, and it tells that
Jean Jacque Olier, an Abbé of France, suddenly experienced a deep
religious re-awakening, and gave himself with ardour to devising and
carrying out new projects in connection with the education and
training of young priests in St. Sulpice, Paris. Hearing of the
settlement on the island of Montreal he conceived the idea of
founding a mission there. The Sieur de la Dauversiére, of Brittany,
had conceived a similar project, and the two men met, by chance, as
strangers at Meudon. Although they had never seen each other before,
they fell into each other's arms and related their plans; they
obtained the aid of Madame de Bullion and other influential leaders
at court, and formed a society known as the Compagnie de Notre Dame
de Montreal. It is further related that about this time a young nun,
Jeanne Mance, had a vision in which she was called to go to the same
place and found a convent. A French writer records that then a
miracle took place: "God, lifting {74} for her the veils of space,
showed her while yet in France the shores of the island and the site
for Ville Marie, at the foot of the mountain." The little company
landed from the St. Lawrence on May 18, 1642, and at the first
religious service held, Father Vimont said, "You are a grain of
mustard seed that shall rise and grow till its branches overshadow
the earth. You are few, but your work is the work of God. His smile
is upon you."
Thirty years later the first streets were laid out in Montreal.
Religion and education went hand in hand. In 1721 the population had
increased to three thousand; steam navigation was initiated in 1809
by the second steamboat built in America (the first being that of
Robert Fulton which plied on the Hudson in 1807) and the steam river
traffic between Montreal and Quebec was thus begun. Navigation
across the Atlantic from Canada opened in 1831; the first railroad
was successfully started in 1836; and Montreal was incorporated in
1832. The Lachine Canal had been completed in 1825. From the first,
Montreal has been prosperous, and the present metropolis, rapidly
nearing a population of three-quarters of a million, with its nine
miles of river front, its fifty public parks, its admirable municipal
improvements in all modern appliances, stands as a monument to the
faith and devotion of its early founders led to the wilderness as by
vision.
Montreal has an Art Gallery, of Greek Ionic {75} architecture, built
of Vermont marble, the entrance hall lined with Bottichino marble,
with handsome staircases, and numerous salons. The collection of
pictures and sculpture is already an interesting one, and an annual
Loan Exhibition is made possible by the generous enterprise of the
citizens, many of the private collections being very rich in artistic
treasures. Nor is music neglected in Montreal. The organ recitals
at Christ Church Cathedral are famous far beyond the city.
Women's work in Montreal is a very prominent and valuable feature of
the city's life; including much social service work and the promotion
of guilds of various orders. The Canadian woman, indeed, plays an
important part in the entire life and progress of the Dominion. The
churches of Montreal include many of great beauty, such as Notre
Dame, St. James' Cathedral, Christ Church Cathedral, and others. The
Grey Nunnery, covering an entire block, and the Royal Victoria
Hospital are impressive buildings; and the banks and office
structures of the city are in many cases very imposing and seem to
duplicate the stately and impressive architecture of London.
There is no Canadian industry that is without representation in
Montreal markets, and her manufactures have a world-wide repute.
Montreal is the greatest grain port of America, taking precedence of
New York in the quantity of grain handled at her port.
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Situated on an island thirty-two miles long and from four to eight
miles wide, at the junction of the St. Lawrence and Ottawa rivers,
Montreal is a seaport, although a thousand miles from the sea; for
the construction of a thirty-foot channel enables the largest ocean
vessels to sail to her docks. The Canadian canals enable the
steamers of the Great Lakes to sail to the harbour of Montreal, where
they transfer their cargoes to the ocean steamers. Montreal has,
indeed, almost unrivalled facilities by both rail and water. Her
harbour is under the control of a Board of Commissioners appointed by
the Government of the Dominion, and twenty-seven millions of dollars
had been spent in providing the most approved modern facilities up to
the beginning of 1916, with nine millions more for the same purpose
already available. Both her export and import trade have been
increasing so rapidly that even these liberal endowments are taxed to
the utmost.
With this commercial supremacy, the City of the Royal Mountain offers
educational advantages and scientific culture of the highest order.
The great value of the McGill University is not only the distinction
of its intellectual position, or the high quality of its work, but
also its guarantees of equality of educational opportunity to all
whose career comes within the sphere of its influence. The princely
endowments of the late Lord Strathcona and of Sir William Macdonald
provided a {77} foundation whose far-reaching value can hardly be
estimated, and the university has been singularly fortunate in the
character and endowments that have graced her staff of professors.
While McGill offers special training of the most advanced type in
preparation for the various professions, and for the acquirement of
technical qualifications, she has never yielded to any purely
utilitarian standards. She has held to the ideal that Education is
primarily for the soul herself, and not, as said the Grecian
philosopher of old, "to be undertaken in the spirit of merchants and
traders, with a view to buying or selling." It is the glory of
McGill that she sends forth, not only culture and trained skill, but
men prepared for the duties of citizenship, and the obligations, the
privileges, the responsibilities that await them as members of
society.
[Illustration: Montreal City]
McGill celebrated in 1904 her seventy-sixth anniversary, and in the
lofty and glowing address made on that occasion by Principal and
Vice-Chancellor Peterson, we find him saying--
"Manners are formed and personality is built up in the school of
life,--even the student school. Honesty, purity, reverence,--all the
moral virtues, in fact,--are just as important for the youth of the
country as are learning and scholarships. We want to have a
hall-mark for McGill men by which they may be known and recognised
the world over. It lies with our students themselves to set the
standard. 'How truly it is in man,' as Mr. Gladstone said to the
students in Edinburgh, 'in man, and not in his circumstances, that
the secret of his destiny resides. For most of you that destiny will
take its final bent towards evil or {78} towards good, not from the
information you imbibe, but from the habits of mind, thought, and
life that you shall acquire during your academic career. In many
things it is wise to believe before experience; to believe until you
may know; and believe me when I tell you that the thrift of time will
repay you in after life with an usury of profit beyond your most
sanguine dreams, and that the waste of it will make you dwindle,
alike in intellectual and in moral stature, beneath your darkest
reckonings.'"
There was one little incident in the scientific history of McGill
that is not without its special interest to-day in the safe-guarding
of human life. This was the first application of wireless telegraphy
to the operation of moving trains. Many people now believe that in
the wireless control of moving trains lies in the future the most
effectual protection against railway accidents. It was in 1902, just
six years after Marconi made his successes in England, that the
experiment was first tried. Professor Ernest Rutherford, now of the
University of Manchester, and Professor Howard T. Barnes, both of the
Macdonald physical laboratory of McGill, were invited to accompany
the American Association of General Passenger and Ticket Agents, who
in that year held a convention in Portland. The Grand Trunk provided
a special train from Chicago to Portland, and on this train, when
moving at fifty miles an hour, signals were exchanged with a given
station, and with the comparatively simple apparatus installed it was
found possible to keep the train in communication with a station for
a distance of eight or ten miles.
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Ottawa was obviously created to be the capital of the Dominion. Her
interesting history, initiated by the choice of Queen Victoria, the
glory of whose long reign is a priceless possession of the Dominion,
attracts careful study; and the first view over the charming city and
its equally charming environment, is one to linger for a lifetime.
The majestic beauty of her Parliament Buildings
"Set on the landscape like a crown;"
towers and bastions and buttresses clinging to the height on which
they are built above the river; and the exquisite outline of the
turrets and high-pointed tower of the magnificent Château Laurier all
silhouetted against the western sky--
"Dim in the sunset's misty fires,"
offer a pictorial enchantment to linger in the memory. This young
city, with hardly more than half a century's life behind it, has made
itself a distinctive point in the States as well as in the Dominion.
"Have you seen Ottawa? Have you stayed in Château Laurier?" are
interrogations not unusual among us in the States when Canada is
discussed. Is Ottawa, with its artistic Château Laurier, the
Carcasonne of the newer world? For surely no guest of the Château
Laurier quite dreams of classing it among ordinary hotels; in it he
tastes a flavour of something a little apart, of life in an
artistically appointed palace which he enters from his railway train
through a brilliantly lighted marble {80} corridor reminding him of
the entrance to Bertolini's on the terraced hills of Naples. The
Ottawa Grand Trunk Station itself, built of white marble with its
pillared façade, is like a Greek temple, and the richly decorated
corridors and salons of the Château are as reminiscent of Venice as
of France. This magnificent hotel was of course named after Canada's
great statesman, the Right Honourable Sir Wilfrid Laurier, G.C.M.G.,
whose bust in marble adorns the entrance corridor. The decorations
are of the François I. period; the building is absolutely fireproof,
and the luxurious furnishing suggests that of private palaces rather
than of an hotel.
One of the most interesting places in Ottawa is the Archives, a
handsome stone building completed in 1906. The extensive records of
Canadian history under the able and courteous administration of Dr.
Arthur Doughty, Keeper of the Archives, are made accessible to
scholars and research students; and this building has become one of
the haunts of the savant. Numerous glass cases are filled with
valuable manuscripts and documents; historic souvenirs abound; the
library contains over twenty thousand books; and there are many
beautiful paintings and engravings in the various rooms, illustrating
important epochs in the history of the Dominion and also including
many portraits of value and interest.
[Illustration: Ottawa--showing the Parliament Buildings and Château
Laurier]
The Experimental Farm, three miles out of Ottawa, covers nearly five
hundred acres of land, and it is one of the chief attractions,
offering, as it {81} does, so much efficient instruction in the
seeding, culture, and harvesting of agricultural products, and the
care of live stock. Not far from this Farm is the Royal Astronomical
Observatory, built in Romanesque style, with a central octagonal
tower under a revolving hemispherical dome, containing the telescope.
The Observatory comprises an astronomical library, photographic and
lecture rooms, and a reading-room.
Ottawa is a growing city and is one of the beautiful capitals of the
American continent with the population now approaching the one
hundred and fifty thousand mark. There is much of old-world ceremony
in the city.
Rideau Hall, the residence of the Governor-General (at the time of
writing, the Duke of Devonshire, who succeeded His Royal Highness the
Duke of Connaught and Strathearn), is a rambling grey stone
structure, with ample grounds, comprising some eighty-five acres.
The gracious character of all ceremonial courtesies and hospitalities
at Rideau Hall are deeply appreciated by the people of the Dominion.
The Duke of Devonshire is the head of one of the greatest of English
families, the Cavendishes, and his appointment was a popular one with
Canadians. The Duchess of Devonshire is the daughter of a former
Governor-General of Canada, the Marquis of Lansdowne, and is no
stranger to Canada.
In an address given by the Duke of Connaught {82} before the Canadian
Club, his Royal Highness thus alluded to the position of
Governor-General of the Dominion:--
"I do not know of a prouder position for any Englishman to hold than
that of his Majesty's representative as Governor-General of Canada.
When my late brother, King Edward the Seventh, asked me to accept
this high post, an offer which was renewed after his death by our
present gracious Sovereign, I felt great doubt as to whether I could
do justice to so high a position. I had no doubt that I should be a
friend of the Canadians to-day as I was forty-three years ago. Since
I have been in Canada the last year and a half, I have felt more and
more that I have been able to gain the keen sympathy and, I venture
to say, the affection of the whole Canadian people. I am sure you
will believe me when I say that I never spent a happier year and a
half. To Englishmen who have not been in Canada, I say the sooner
they go the better. It is moving with leaps and bounds."
The Parliament Buildings occupy a commanding site near the park in
which the Château Laurier is built, thus sharing the advantage of all
the lovely grounds. The Rideau Canal, with its locks, joins the
Ottawa River in this park, under the very shadow of Parliament,
offering a picturesque feature as it passes to the Rideau Lakes. The
extensive Library of Parliament is, happily, open to the people, and
its generous hospitalities and rich resources have been of themselves
a signal attraction to scholars and literary workers. Fortunately
the greater part of this library escaped destruction in the fire of
1916 that partially destroyed the Parliament Buildings, although as
they will be restored with increased {83} facilities, the calamity
was not wholly evil in its results.
The Library of Parliament is built upon the lines of some of the
famous old chapter-houses in England attached to a noble cathedral.
The interior is circular, with a dome of forty-two feet in height, a
vaulted roof and rich carvings. It is an interior rich in the
revelation of all that is best in the realm of thought, all that
touches human interests and makes for those nobler ideals which are
the real resources of life.
The beauty of the Parliament Buildings in the early dawn has been
celebrated by an Ottawa poet, Duncan Campbell Scott:
"Fair, in the South, fair as a shrine that makes
The wonder of a dream, imperious Towers
Pierce and possess the sky, guarding the halls
Where our young strength is welded strenuously;
While, in the East, the star of morning dowers
The land with a large tremulous light, that falls
A pledge and presage of our destiny."
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