day is
ours!"

The young General half raised himself, as though he would fain have
seen the sight; but his dim eyes took in nothing.

"Tell Colonel Burton," he said, speaking with his old decision, "to
march Webb's regiment down to the St. Charles, and cut off their
retreat from the bridge."

Humphrey was off almost before the words had left his lips. He
would be the one to carry the General's last message. Wolfe heard
him go, and smiled. He knew that Humphrey was the trustiest of
messengers. He looked up into Julian's face.

"Now lay me down again," he said faintly. "Farewell, my trusty
friend and comrade. Take my love to those at home; remember my last
messages. God be thanked; He has given us the victory. I can die in
peace."

He drew a long sigh, and his eyes closed. A little thrill ran
through the worn frame.

Julian laid it down, and reverently covered the peaceful face;
whilst a stifled sob went up from those who saw the action.

James Wolfe had gone to his rest--had died the death of a hero upon
the victorious battlefield.

Book 7: English Victors.

Chapter 1: A Panic-Stricken City.

It had come at last! The long delay and suspense were over. The
English had stormed the Heights of Abraham. Their long red lines
had been seen by terrified citizens, who came rushing into the town
at dawn of day. The supposed attack at Beauport had been nothing
but a blind. Whilst Montcalm and Vaudreuil were massing the troops
to repel the enemy here, the real assault had been made behind the
city, and the English foe was almost upon them.

Colin had dashed out when the first grey of the dawn had stolen in
at their windows. There had been no sleep for Quebec that night.
The whole city was in a state of tense excitement. Confidently had
the Generals declared that the enemy were bent upon their own
destruction; that they were about to tempt fate, and would be
driven back with ignominy and loss.

"Let them come! Let them taste of the welcome we have to offer
them! Let them see what Quebec has to give them when they reach her
strand!"

These words, and many similar to them, were passed from mouth to
mouth by the garrison and townsfolk of Quebec. None would admit
that disaster was possible to "the impregnable city;" and yet its
shattered walls and ruined houses, the crowded hospital and the
deserted buildings, all told a terrible tale. The upper town had
suffered lately almost as severely as the lower had done a