TOURING QUEBEC AND THE MARITIMES 33 ericton in 1879. When we arrived in Fredericton , I looked for this building, but was informed that it had been destroyed by fire a short time ago. I was born and brought up on the other bank of the St. John at Land's End, about eleven miles as the crow flies from St. John. Our train stopped especially at to let me off so that I might visit the old homestead. When I stepped off the train, I seemed to be walking on air, and the reality of Scott's poem thrilled me: "Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said This is my own, my native land?" Mr. Wagner said, "I was sorry to see the graveyard where my father and mother were buried, so neglected. It was overgrown with bushes and weeds. Many tomb¬ stones dating from the seventeenth century had fallen down. I noticed several graveyards in the Maritimes sadly neglected, due largely to the fact that great numbers of their sons and daughters are now living in the West and the States. "I wish I could write a book on this subject to rouse public opinion, as I think the graves of these noble pion¬ eers are deserving of expressions of respect." Mr. Wagner continued: "I was much disappointed in looking around my old home to see such small fields of crop. When I was a boy, we had acres of crop, where now they have only small patches. The farmers say they can make as much money off these small plots as when I was on the farm, so why worry? The same applies to the raising of live stock. They have not one-tenth as much as in the old days. The Maritimes need increased production; they need industries that will provide employment for the young people at home."