25. Meantime the French had given way, and were flying in all directions. A grenadier officer seeing this, called out to those around him, "See! they run!" The words caught the ear of the dying man. He raised himself, like one aroused from sleep, and asked eagerly, "Who run?" "The enemy, sir," answered the officer; "they give way every where." "Go, one of you, to Colonel Burton," said Wolfe: "tell him to march Webbe's (the 48th) regiment with all speed down to the St. Charles river, to cut off the retreat." His voice grew faint as he spoke, and he turned on his side, as if seeking an easier position. When he had given this last order, his eyes closed in death.

26. When the news reached England, triumph and lamentation were strangely intermingled. Astonishment and admiration at the splendid victory, with sorrow for the loss of the gallant victor, filled every breast. Throughout all the land were illuminations and public rejoicings, except in the little Kentish village of Westerham, where Wolfe had been born, and where his widowed mother now mourned her only child.

27. Wolfe's body was embalmed, and borne to the river for conveyance to England. The army escorted it in solemn state to the beach. They mourned their young general's death as sincerely as they had followed him in battle bravely. His remains were landed at Plymouth with the highest honours: minute-guns were

fired, flags were hoisted half-mast high, and an escort with arms reversed received the coffin on the shore. They were then conveyed to Greenwich, and buried beside those of his father, who had died but a few months before.

28. After further successes of the British in other parts of Canada, under Generals Amherst, Haviland, and Sir William Johnson, the French cause became utterly hopeless. On the 8th of September 1760, a British force of 16,000 men assembled before Montreal; and on the same day a capitulation was signed which severed Canada from France for ever.

29. One of the most momentous political questions that have ever moved the human race was decided in this struggle. When a few English and French emigrants first landed among the Virginian and Canadian forests it began when the British flag was hoisted on the citadel of Quebec it was decided. From that day Providence pointed out to the Anglo-Saxon race that to them was henceforth intrusted the destiny of the New World.

NOTES.

1 French Dominion in Canada ex-
tended from the founding of
Quebec, by Champlain, in 1608,
till the fall of Quebec, in 1759.
2 Romance, fiction.

3 Unparalleled, unequalled.
4 Montcalm (Louis Joseph), Marquis
de Montcalm, was born in 1712.
He was field-marshal of the
French army in Canada from
1756 till 1759.

5 Wolfe (James), was a native of
Westerham, in Kent, and was
born in 1726. He served with
distinction in several engage-
ments in Europe, and was selected

by Pitt for the command of the
expedition against Quebec, in
which he was killed, 1759.
6 Extraordinary, uncommon.
7 Decisive, final.

8 Imperilled, endangered.
9 Unchallenged, unquestioned.
10 Intensity, strained feeling.
11 Unconscious, unaware.
12 Qui vive?" Who goes there?"
13 Assailants, enemies.
14 Alacrity, liveliness.

15 Incredible, scarcely to be believed.
16 Incessant, without stopping.
17 Sustained, bore.

18 Capitulation, surrender.

SATAN'S ADDRESS TO THE SUN.

FROM MILTON'S PARADISE LOST, BOOK IV.

O thou, that, with surpassing1 glory crowned,
Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god
Of this new world! at whose sight2 all the stars
Hide their diminished head; to thee I call,
But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 5
O Sun! to tell thee how I hate thy beams,
That bring to my remembrance from what state
I fell,-how glorious once above thy sphere,
Till pride, and, worse, ambition threw me down.
Warring in Heaven against Heaven's matchless
King!

3

Ah, wherefore! he deserved no such return
From me, whom he created what I was
In that bright eminence, and with his good
Upbraided none; nor was his service hard.
What could be less than to afford him praise, 15
The easiest recompense, and pay him thanks,
How due! Yet all his good proved ill in me,
And wrought but malice: lifted up so high,
I'sdained subjection, and thought one step
higher

5

4

Would set me highest, and in a moment quit 20
The debt immense of endless gratitude,-
So burdensome; still paying still to owe,-
Forgetful what from him I still received;
And understood not that a grateful mind
By owing owes not, but still pays, at once

25

Indebted and discharged: what burden then?
O had his powerful destiny ordained
Me some inferior angel, I had stood

Then happy! no unbounded hope had raised
Ambition. Yet why not? Some other power 30
As great might have aspired, and me, though

mean,

Drawn to his part; but other powers as great
Fell not, but stand unshaken, from within
Or from without, to all temptations armed.
Hadst thou the same free will and power to
stand?

Thou hadst: whom hast thou then or what to

accuse,

But Heaven's free love dealt equally to all? Be then his love accursed! since love or hate, To me alike it deals' eternal woe.

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45

Nay, cursed be thou! since, against this thy will, 40
Chose freely what it now so justly rues.
Me miserable! which way shall I fly
Infinite wrath, and infinite despair?
Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell;
And in the lowest deep a lower deep
Still threatening to devour me opens wide,
To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
O then, at last relent: is there no place
Left for repentance? None for pardon left?
None left but by submission; and that word
Disdain forbids me, and my dread of shame
Among the spirits beneath whom I seduced
With other promises, and other vaunts
Than to submit; boasting I could subdue

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The Omnipotent. Ah me! they little know
How dearly I abide that boast so vain ;
Under what torments inwardly I groan,
While they adore me on the throne of Hell.
With diadem and sceptre high advanced,
The lower still I fall, only supreme

In misery such joy ambition finds.

9

But say I could repent, and could obtain,
By act of grace, my former state; how soon
Would height recall high thoughts, how soon

unsay

What feigned 10 submission swore! Ease would

recant

Vows made in pain, as violent and void.

For never can true reconcilement11 grow Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep;

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60

65

70

75

Which would but lead me to a worse relapse
And heavier fall: so should I purchase dear
Short intermission, bought with double smart.
This knows my Punisher; therefore as far
From granting He, as I from begging peace.
All hope excluded thus; behold, instead
Of us outcast, exiled, his new delight,—
Mankind created, and for him this world.
So farewell, hope! and with hope, farewell, fear!
Farewell, remorse! all good to me is lost;
Evil, be thou my good! by thee12 at least
Divided empire with Heaven's King I hold,-80
By thee, and more than half perhaps will
reign;-

As man ere long, and this new world, shall know.