The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-01-31

ol VICTORY and IN the blaze Of battle
glory. Yonder near St Johns
Gate is where Montcalm reeeivad
his second and fatal wound. in at
tempting to rally his fugitive SOL
dlers. The place of his death is
uncertain. He was able to ride in
to the city where he was informed
| by his physician that his hurt was
mortal. We feel that he was also
nurt to death by defeat and the loss
oI french America, as he exclaims.
l am glad oft. How long can /
SurYlVes Ten or twelve hours,
perhaps less" SO mucb the better
I shall not live to see the surrender
of Quebec" To council of war he
hopefully showed how the scattorod
forces might be concentrated and
victory even yet wrested from the
jaws of defeat. To a question Of
advice from the commander
Of the garrison he replied,
''To your keeping I commend
the honor of France, as for me 1 shall
pass the night with God and prepare
myself for death" He died fortified
with all the Sacraments ofthe Rom
ish Church in whose behalf as well
of France he had sacrificed his life.
Buried in the Convent of the Ursu-
lines, his skull is sacredly preserved
there by the Ursuline Nuns. In the
rGoVernor's garden is a monument
erected to the common memory Of
Wolfe and Montcalm. England
does magnanimously and well thus
to honor the slain hero, defeated
equally with the slain hero victori-
Gus. 1t is fitting that they who fell
upon a common battlefield, whose
names shall be found on a common
page in history, should be thus com
memorated with a common monu.
ment in the city and country they
respectively lost and won. We picked
a few wild flowers from the sod
made sacred by the fall of two Of
the worlds heroes,-cne hundred
and twelve years ago on a bright
September morning, red with the
blood Of battle, now green and beau
tiful-and then drove rapidly to the
Quebec and Montreal steamboat
landing, contenting ourselves with a
river view of the fearful and rugged
ascent where Montgomery in his
shroud of snow on the SIst of Dec.
l775, made up the glorious trio
whose deaths alone win make Quebec
ever famOuns in story.
THE STEAMER QUEBEC AND THE HABI-
TANs.
As we sat that evening on the
deck Of the magnificent steamer
Quebec, at the close of one of the
plessantest days of our lives, reHec-
ting on the strange quaint city we
were leaving behind us, of its French
population without a country, yet
clinging with tenacity to language
and religion as do all the people Of
Lower Canada, and wondering
whether such an anomalous state Of
things was compatible with loyal
contentment, our attention was at
tracted by songs of revely in a for
eign tongue ringing out sweetly and
wildly over the broad st. Lawrence.
We descended to the lower deck
where confined to their own cabin
were some 200 French peasants,
men, women and children, the genu-
inc Canadian Habitans going up to
Montreal, and a happier crowd one
seldom sees. Here and there in the
midst of applauding groups, is a
man with eyes closed and body
swaying pouring forth his soul in an
ecstacy of song-the same perhaps
which the French Canadian boat
man sung, keeping time with his
oars, on many a wild river in the
North and West in the years
of long ago. Here in another part
of the cabin a Vivacious Frenchman
mounts an extemporized rostrum
and harangues the crowd with rapid
speech and gesticulations, bringing
down his auditors with roars Of
laughter clappings and shoutinga.
Happy French peasantryl It's well
perhaps, not to let considerations
national or patriotic, interfere too
far with individual enjoyment,
American tourists down the ST.
Lawrence make q great mistake in
stopping short, as too many of them
do, at Montreal. Quebec with its
surrounding attractions is by far the
most interesting point for an Ameri-
can to visit. So thoroughly were
we impressed with this, that on
reaching Montreal the following
morning, we persuaded the ladies Of
our party, who had remained in that
city to take the evening steamer to
Quebec, volunteering to accompany
them. On the occasion efo,Qr Sec
ond visit, as we stood upon the a iek
of our departing steamer, we were
favored with farewell view of the
antique city whilst "a heavy storm
was sweeping across the St Law
renee, and the lightning and the
thunder were playing about the
grand and sombre nights of the
Citadel, at which time it is said
greatly to resemble Edinburg Castle.
Back to Montreal, thence by rail