life was fast ebbing.
,’ replied the offi-
cer, ‘give way every where.’
‘What,’ cried the expiring hero, ‘do they run already?
Go, one of you, to Colonel Burton
; bid him march Webb
's regiment with all speed to Charles River
to cut off the fugitives.’
Four days before, he had looked forward to early death with dismay.
‘Now, God be praised, I die happy.’
These were his words as his spirit escaped in the blaze of his glory.
Night, silence, the rushing tide, veteran discipline, the sure inspiration of genius, had been his allies; his battle-field, high over the ocean-river, was the grandest theatre on earth for illustrious deeds; his victory, one of the most momentous in the annals of mankind, gave to the English
tongue and the institutions of the Germanic race the unexplored and seemingly infinite West and North.
He crowded into a few hours actions that would have given lustre to length of life; and filling his day with greatness, completed it before its noon.
, the first brigadier, after greatly distinguishing himself, was shot through the lungs.
The next in command, Townshend
, brave, but deficient in sagacity and attractive power and the delicate perception of right, recalled the troops from the pursuit; and when De Bougainville appeared in view, declined a contest with a fresh enemy.
But already the hope of New France was gone.
Born and educated in camps, Montcalm
had been carefully instructed, and was skilled in the language of Homer
as well as in the art of war. Greatly laborious, just, disinterested, hopeful even to rashness, sagacious in council, swift in action, his mind was a well-spring of bold designs; his career in Canada