dance every month of the year, use their cartridges for currency; and their national soul can never be born under that miserable motto of self-interests, "Mexico for the Mexicans," which means Zapata for Zapata, Carranza for Carranza, Pelaez for Pelaez, Villa for Villa, until every part is for itself and nobody for the whole.
Returning north, I find Canada, seven million of people, on a soil that works only three or four months of the year, sacrificing state and national treasure to develop national transportation, and until this war dependent upon foreign credit, now summoning all her resources, not for Canada, which needs no defense, but for civilization and the empire of which she is a part; giving more than four hundred thousand of her best men to the battle line and over a billion of her treasure and earnings for the funds of war; and men, women, and children working every possible hour of the twenty-four.
Mexico is still seeking compensation for something she never knew she had until American enterprise developed it and with it lifted her labor toward modern civilization.
Canada, like France and Britain, has found her soul, not in the motto, "Canada for the Canadians," but in Canada for world defense.
