The cannon you heard is probably what you imagine, a Vessel coming down to open the communication.

The Admiral has heard a different account of the Woman's report— he sent for the man on board to examine him; and he there declard that she had spoke handsomely of the treatment that she and the rest had met with. They are certainly distressed-it is everybody's story, that leaves the Army, On Languit dans ce Camp

the Deserters say, What shall I do with this Cotton, better send him on board, and let the Admiralty settle his affairs hereafter. Our Batteries alarm them you may be assured.

I wish we had Murray's Corps back, that we might be ready to decide it with 'em.

I have the honour to be with much regard,

Dear Sir,

Your faithfull and humble servant,

19th August, 1759.

JAMES WOLFE.

Addresed to The Honble.

Brigadier General Monckton,

Commanding at the Point of Levy.

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22nd Aug. 1759.

Dear Brigadier,

Murray, by his long stay above and by detaining all our boats, is actually Master of the operations-or rather puts an entire stop to them. I have writ twice to recall him: but you tell me the Midshipman is yet

at his old post. I intend to burn all the country from Camarasca to the Point of Levy, Scot's Rangers and some Volunteers are to execute a part of this. You know I promiss'd Mr Cameron the first vacancy in the Army, or, no recommendation whatever should have interfered with yours in your own Regiment. The next Ensigney Mr Tren shall have unless you chose a Lieutenancy (if a vacancy happen) should be given to Poor Engel, who has been hardly used.

I have the honour to be with great esteem,

The General being slightly indisposed, has honour'd me with his Commands to acquaint you that he has received your letter of yesterday's date. He thinks it would be right to order some Rockets at Goreham's Post, to be thrown up, so that our ships above may see them: This will be a hint to the people above that we want something.

I have the honour to be, with great respect,

I shew'd your letter to the General, and sent the other to Mr. Townshend. The state of the troops shall be got ready (as near as I can

determine) by this night, and I shall send it to you to morrow morning : The other General Officers have ask'd for one each.

General Wolfe thinks you may shew the private instructions to the two Brigadiers: The Admiral has been told that he is to expect to see the Generals to-morrow.

The General recommends your sending out a strong detachment tomorrow, to scour the country, to see what damage can be done the Enemy by destroying Villages, the Harvest, and driving in, if possible some cattle. The detachment is to return in the evening.

I have the honour to be, Sir,

Your most obedient and most humble servant,

Tho' I have not the Honour to be personally known to you, I am, however, sufficiently acquainted with your general character, to conclude, that the paying due Honours to the Memory of a Leader, who died so gloriously in his Country's cause, as the brave General Wolfe, can not

be unacceptable to the person, who worthily succeeds him in Command : I shall, therefore, make no apology, for taking the liberty to enclose you, what I have just sketch'd, as an Essay to the celebrating so great a man ! I call it an Essay; since I have not the vanity, to flatter myself with hopes of succeeding equal to my wishes in so arduous a subject! and find my mind and harp still out of tune, from the blow I receiv'd in this Gentleman's death: but, as I admir'd him living, I am desirous to express, at least, my private respect to him dead, at the riske of what any Criticks sæver may say of the Author; and shall be heartily glad to see this poor composition of my own, invite some abler genius to so glorious, tho' melancholy a Theme !

I am Sir,

Your most obedient and most humble servant,

His Excellency Genl. Monckton.

Quebec, 7th October 1759.

VALENTINE NEVILL.

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An essay to an epitaph on the truly Great and justly lamented Major General Wolfe, who fell, victoriously, before Quebec, the 13th

September 1759.

Here rests from toil, in narrow bounds confined,

The human shell of a celestial mine,

Who, once, with splendor fill'd a scene so large !
And took the fate of Empires in his charge:

A Hero with a Patriots Zeal inspired,
By publick Virtue, not by passion fir'd ;
A hero disciplin'd in Wisdom's school,

In action ardent, in reflection cool;

In bloom of years, who gain'd a glorious name,
And reap'd, betimes, the Harvest of his fame.
Before Quebec he chac'd the flying foe,
And, quick as lightning, struck the fatal blow;
By active valour made the day his own,
And liv'd to see the num 'rous foe o'erthrown ;
Crown'd by just Vict'ry drew his latest breath,
As wont to smile on Danger, smil'd on Death;
And, having bravely for his country fought,
Died nobly as he wish'd, and calmly as he ought.
The troops around him shar'd a gen'rous grief,
And, while they gather'd Laurels, wept their Chief,
Their Chief, to whom the great Montcalm gave way,
And fell, to raise the Honours of the Day.

Quebec. 7th October 1759.

V. NEVILL.