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THE CONQUEST OF CANADA: OR, THE SIEGE OF QUEBEC.

AN HISTORICAL TRAGEDY, OF FIVE ACTS.

BY GEORGE COCKINGS, AUTHOR OF WAR: AN HEROIC POEM.

ALBANY: PRINTED by ALEXANDER and JAMES ROBERT­SON, at their PRINTING OFFICE in PEARL-STREET. M,DCC,LXXIII.

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TO THE PUBLIC.

ALTHOUGH the undertaking is great and ar [...]u­ous. for a person in my situation of life [...] assi [...]t­ed, to dare attempt th [...] sole c [...]m [...]osi [...]ion of a Tragedy; yet I was incited to the [...]ask, by ruminating on a ra­pid, and alm [...]st unin [...]e [...]rupted series of success, in 1 [...]59. and the great and ever memorable year of 1 [...]58, &c. the glorious [...]ffect [...] of the amicable and happy u­ni [...]n, which subsi [...]ted between our gallant troops, and intrepid [...]ars; who▪ with a true spirit of martial brave­ry and emulation (never to be ou [...]done, or equalled a­g [...]in, but by themselves) ba [...]ed, bore down. and tri­umphed over all hostile opposition, in every quarter of the glob [...], both by land and s [...]a, which the united power and policy of France, Spain, and their civilized and barbarous friends and allies, could possi [...]ly exert.

At first▪ I thought to have made one entire Drama­tic Piece of it, through the whole course of the war, so gloriously successf [...]l to Great Britain, beyond all parallel; rendering her terrible to the nation [...] around, and so eff [...]tually humbling to France; to ally destroy­ing her trade▪ [...], and overcoming all her arma­ments, both by land and sea; that at length she could be scarcely said to make any effort▪ deserving the name of resistance. Had I proceeded according to the above design. I then intended to have named the piece, The Muchless Ae [...]a. But wh [...]n I came to reflect upon the transaction [...] in North America; the great and hazardous siege of Quebec, seemed to stand foremost, and claim my chief attention: For there, near 120 [...]0 veteran French, joined by Canadians, and many savage tribes, [Page iv] lay intrenched at the only spot attackable; command­ed by a bold, experienced, enterprising, (and hit [...]er­to) fortunate General, Monsieur de Montcalm, and many other gallant leaders, with all the advantages of art and nature on their side, to render their situation as formidable as possible, to the most intrepid foe: Yet about 8000 of Britannia's troops, assisted by her match­less [...]ars, lead and animated by Wolfe, Saunders, Monckton, Townshend, Holmes, Howe, Murray, Fraser, and many other leaders brave, laid siege to that strong and important fort [...]ess and capital; carried on their several attacks, with the loss of about 3000 kill­ed and wounded; and at last, on the famed height of Abraham, with about 5000 men, gained a complete victory, and chased in a total rout, to the garrison walls, French, Indians, and Canadians! The glorious con­sequence of which was, the su [...]render of the city and garrison of Q [...]ebec; and soon after all Canada sub­mitted to the victorious troops of Great-Britain. So great, and many, were the remarkable transactions of that si [...]ge, and so much worth, and bravery, was there di [...]played, I [...]hought there needed no additional aid of well wrought fiction, or fulsome adulation, to render it worthy o [...] a dramatic representa [...]ion. I therefore re­solved to send it [...]o [...]th into the world, dressed in the amiable ga [...]b of impartial v [...]rity, under the title of The Conquest of Canada▪ Or, The [...]iege of Queb [...]c; and d [...]sig [...]ed to adhere strictly to historical facts, as much as a dramatic performance would allow. Not being conversant with the stage, and consequently not well acquainted with the rules of the drama, as a dramatic writer, perhap [...] I may have greatly erred in the com­p [...]siti [...]n of the play, as to time, place, circumstances, and many other minute particulars, which the most ju­d [...]cious and nice critics in ancient literature, may think a work of this kind dese [...]ves. But I write an historical tra [...]edy; and as a historian, have endeavoured to dis­pla [...], in the different scenes, a representation of real [Page v] and genuine fact [...], great in themselves, as any in our times, and amply worthy of being registered in the annals of fame, as rival actions of those patriotic deeds, of the so much admired ancie [...]t Greeks and Romans! We read with pleasure and admiration the sie [...]e of Calais, Aquileia, Addison's Cato and the gallant de­fence of the Thermopylaean pass; where the regal pa­tri [...]t Leonidas, with his few chosen, and ever renown­ed Spartans, Thebans, and Thespians, nobly fell, in the defence of their country, its privi [...]eges and laws. Yet at these places, n [...]n [...] but Gauls, Greeks, and Ro­mans, were the worthy warriors, with whom we are so pleased. Whilst Greece and Rome boast their patrio­tic warriors slain in defence of their laws and liberties, and France trumpets forth the noble and praise­worthy resolutions of her Burghers at Calais, who on­ly offered themselves at the mercy of the British royal victor, to save their country men, friends, and relat [...]ons from ruin; yet providentially esc [...]ped the threatened fate, and lived very justly revered by their grateful country.

I SAY, whilst all these states seem emulously to vie with each other for the greatest honour in the records of patriotism, shall we be mute, nor give deserved ap­pl [...]use to these gallant country men of ours, who to save wives, children, lands and laws, fought, bled, and died in the glorious cause of freedom, and the service of their country, at Louisbourg, Quebec, &c. and shall we not enjoy a more exquisite pleasure, when we read the scenes which display the victorious intrepidity, warlike worth, or gl [...]rious deaths, not of Greeks, Gauls, and Romans, (as of [...] has happened, against rude, ba [...]barous, or [...]ffemin [...]ed troops▪ or at best if disciplin­ed, not trained and a [...]med like themselves, for offen­si [...]e and defensive war;) but of Englishmen, Caledo­nians▪ and Hibernians, who engaged against superior numbers, like themselves civilized; who had a con­stant supply from large magazines of all the destruc­tive [Page vi] implements of death; trained, armed, and equal­ly disciplined in the art [...] of war, and well skilled in e­very ma [...]oeuvre of the field; and were immured in strong fort [...]esses, or advantageously intrenched; yet these they w [...]uld often attack, and fir [...]d by pa [...]riotic ardor▪ (with an impetuosi [...]y not to be withstood) would [...]out from trench to [...]r [...]nch, chase from field t [...] field; and drive from garrison to garrison, the [...]e more nume­rous, well disciplined, and vete [...]n forces, till all re­treat was cut off, and submission became the only re­source they had left for safety: Whilst the nations around trembled at Britannia's name, and dreaded the u [...]ited thunder-storm of her ter [...]ene and naval war­riors.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

MEN.
  • Three English Generals.
    • WOLFE,
    • LE [...]NATUS,
    • B [...]ITANNICUS,
  • F [...]rst Caledonian CHIEF.
  • Secon [...] Caledonian CHIEF.
  • Three Officers, in the Troops of Great-Britain.
    • OCHTERL [...]NY,
    • MACDONALD,
    • PEYTON,
  • Three French Generals.
    • M [...]NTCALM,
    • LEVI
    • B [...]UGAINVILLE.
WOMEN.
  • SOPHRONIA,
  • SOPHIA.

Lord and Sea Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Nuns, &c. The first Act in England and during gre [...]t Part of the Rest of the Play in America, [...] Quebec, and Places adjacent.

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ACT I. SOPHRONIA's HOUSE.

SCENE I.

SOPHRONIA and WOLFE.
SOPHRONIA.

THEN you resolve to leave me!

Wolfe.
Madam. I do —
Our [...]g [...] and patriot Minister on me
Has h [...]'d his choice, to stand prime candidate
[...]or ho [...]our in th [...]s glorious enterprize;
Our martial King (well pleas'd) gave his royal
Assen [...] to that choice, and glory calls me forth.
Sophr.
Have not those British troop you've train'd to war.
Giv'n ample proof of skill and courage, in
The day of battle, and by their conduct,
Reflected [...]o [...]ou [...] on you their former
Chief? And Louisbourg bore dreadful witness,
To y [...]u impetu [...]us and u [...]hated
Fur [...] in the siege: Why then shou'd future
Fame engross th' a [...]ention [...]f your soul?
Wolfe.
Those troops you're pleas'd to hint at; wh [...] they tought,
Were headed b [...] another: B [...]sides, it
Is too scant an honour to shine by their
[Page 8]Reflection, and borrow glory from those
Gallant s [...]ldiers deeds.—
At Louisbourg, I wa [...] not first in the
Command, and cannot claim the foremost rank
Of fame: Then I only took a gentle
Sip of honour's cup, but was with held by
Destiny from draining it, which like true
Lovers kisses▪ (still raising new desires,)
Has set my thirsty soul in flame for more!
And being chief, I long to swallow down
Whole draughts of glory: like Philip's conq'ring
Son, I'd bathe in Seas of danger, brave all
The horrors of the sight, and with eyes of
Warlike jealousy, stand on the watch for
Some advent'rous deeds, worthy of my King,
My country, and a British General
Sophr.
Forgiv [...], my son, a mother's fears:
I wou'd not check you in your full career
To glory, nor from my country's service
Willingly detain a brave and useful leader:—
My heart distends with secret pride, and joy
Maternal fills my bosom, whene'er I
Call you son: But oh! (sad thought!) I much fear
Th' impetuous fury of your soul, will
Greatly spur you on to wounds, and dangers,
And perhaps to death:—
Oh! think what I must then endure▪—
You have already gain'd great honour;—
Be sedately brave, and cautiously
Intrepid;—repress the furious ardor
Of your mind;—be content;—and—
Wolfe.
Madam, I guess your speech;
You'd say, and stay at home —That cannot be.
Shall I, with a dull tortoise pace, set out
In honour's path, and at the sl [...]ghtest touch
Of danger, like him, shri [...]k back into my
Shell? No!—let these resemblances of men,
Who outside wear the martial garb, and seem
[Page 9]To look the lio [...] in their s [...]l [...] po [...]t.
Yet bee [...] within a tim'rous deer-like soul:
[...] so [...] these (if such there are in life)
I [...] gro [...]i [...]g sl [...]th receive their country's p [...].
Tremble at the thought of action! and when
The foe is nam'd, start! look aghast! and grow pale!
Th' animating trumpets! th' artiller [...]'s roar!
My soldiers [...]teady manly looks! the drums!
The [...]! and all the grand apparatus
For the war have charm [...] for me to rouze my
Faculties, and kindle up an ardor
In my soul, beyond wh [...] speech can paint! or
Any but a warrior [...]!—
Madam I am resolved.
Sophr.
Since you will go, come to my arms and take
A mother's blessing.
Embracing him.
Hear me all-suffici [...]nt [...]! inspire, and
Guard my son: Let him not seek danger for
The sake of danger, nor feel a coward's
Pang: Oh! give him victory, and to my
Arms, again restore the darling of my age.
Now, go my sor [...]: — Deserve a Briton's name;—
With honour come;—or,—oh my fault'ring tongue!
I would say, come not [...]ll;—and yet a
Mother's fond anxiety, wou'd make me
Say▪ at any rate return—
Wolfe.
Be pleas'd to wait with patience this event;
And during this intended siege I hope
All things will so concur together, that
I shall at last return with life and honour.
Sophr.
Oh! direful thought! in battle fell'd you may
Be trodden under foot, in the purple
Stream, flowing from the fountain of your heart:
Weeps.
Perhaps whilst bleeding, and ebbing life but
Tardily retreats from the weak shatter'd
Mansion, you may fall a prey to some fell
Savages, who stand insultingly o'er
Departing life, and a [...]d a racking pang!
(A pang!) more exquisite to manly souls,
[Page 10]Than glorious death cou'd e'er inflict.
Lea [...]e on his [...]read, as if to faint, but recovers again.
Wolfe
Madam, I beg you'd calm the inquie [...]udes
O [...] you [...] soul, and grieve no more at thoughts of
What may come to pass, but has no certainty:
Yet be assur'd, whate'er shall hap, I'll bring
No st [...]in upon my family, or my
Country; what wounds I gain, shall be by me
Most honestly receiv'd, against my front
Shall ev' [...]y terror fl [...], and I will face
The hostile th [...]ndring storm of death, and if
I fall, I'll f [...]ll at least with honour.
Sophr.
At lenght my resolution, and a warm
Regard for Britain's welfare, seem to stand
Almost on an equality with my
Maternal fond [...]es; and now the intestine
Conflict in my soul partly subsides:—
Oh! poignant thought of deep distress! shall I
E'er spur my son to battle, and to death!
And yet, oh! keener thought of woe! shall I
Receive a dastard to my arms! and hear
My country curse th' inglorious war he made!
Forbid it Heav'n!—avert it, oh—my son,—
Another dear embrace before we part;
Embracing him, weeping:
Perhaps to meet no more below.—
O [...]! cruel [...]ar!—oh! dear bought fame!—
Oh! wou'd'st thou co [...] a gentler mistress than
Rough honour!—but 'tis the will of fate, and thine.
Then go;—thy King commands; thy country calls;
—Forget not thyself!—and guess the rest:
Wolfe.
You'd say return victorious;—at least come
Home with honour;—bring home no dastard looks
To me:—Your fears are just;—your caution's good;
I'll not forget myself.—When in danger
Most extreme, I'll recollect the glory of
My King, Britannia's well, and what should
Be to ev'ry soldier dearer than his
[...] my own honour is at stake; with this
[Page 11]Threefold recollection back'd, what horrid
Shape can death put on, to chill the ardor
Of my heart, or shock my steady soul?
Who would not fight in mighty George's cause,
When mothers pray, and sigh a fond applause!
Madam, farewell.—
Exit Wolfe.
SOPHRONIA sola.
Oh! 'tis hard indeed to root affection
Up in outward show, and bid a son go [...]ght!
None but a mother knows the bitter task,
To quell the tender yearnings of a parent's
Soul, and for a son so full of manly
Fortitude, and patriotic worth!
If he returns victorious, I'm bless'd indeed!
If he falls, with him fall all my fond hopes,
And I am gloriously unhappy!
Exit Sophr.

SCENE II.

SOPHIA's Parlour.
WOLFE solus.
Now comes the time to prove my resolution;
I'm wrapp'd in am'rous doubt, mix'd with a sweet
Perplexity! Love's fierce desires inform
My glowing soul! the wish'd for malady
With ardent tremor rolls thro' ev'ry vital part!
The sages surely have mistook.
And Heav'n ordain'd that darling sex, to rule
Superior here below: How facile to
Subdue they find our mighty boasted reason!
In ev'ry glance a soft inchantment's couch'd!
And their pretty prattling tongues are hung with
An harmonious magic!—
How potent when a [...]ray'd with each killing charm,
Is all conq'ring woman!—
The downy fetters which she throws around
[Page 12]The heart, when first laid on scarce felt; soon prove
More hard to break than links of stubborn steel,
Be firm my heart; and let me not be drawn
Like Anthony, by f [...]nd desire, to quit
Bright honour's chace▪ but let me run resolv'd
The race of glory,—
Now two great passions str [...]ggle for command;
'Twixt love, and glory▪ I suspended stand:
Born down by beauty's blaz [...], my soul gives way,
Like mollien [...] wax, in sol's refulgent ray;
At p [...]r [...]'s call, again abdur'd I grow,
And [...]up [...]d fl [...]s before the martial glow;
Yet when return'd, I shall my charmer meet,
And lay new lau [...]els gain'd at Sophia's fe [...]t;
Bright Sophia then shall here unrivall'd reign,
And with one smile, shall overpay my pain.
Exit.

SCENE III.

Scene draws, and discovers WOLFE and SOPHIA, sitting.
Soph.
Then I find, Sir, you prefer the noise and
Danger of the battle, and fatigues of
A foreign campaign, to the q [...]iet enjoyment
O [...] your friends in s [...]tey in your native
Country?
Wolfe.
Madam▪ you already know my sentiments:
Our Monarch▪ good, and gracious as he is,
In me reposes special trust; in me,
Great-Britain, and her Patriots confide;
With joy, my faithful sturdy soldiers wait
To ha [...]l me General: N [...] sluggish thought
Shall ever harbour in my breast, to cause
Me to recede from my firm purpose.
Soph.
I think not of altering your purpose
For the war; perhaps that would be a task
Too hate:—
And yet methinks we might expect a more
[Page 13] [...] pleasure than [...]e yet have had, in
[...] company, a [...]d friendship, that we mi [...]ht
[...] more esteem [...] heap [...] [...]avou [...]s on
T [...]e man, [...] actions have rendered him so
[...]
Wolfe.
By honour spur'd and an emulating
[...] for [...]ame, to stand in [...]oll'd [...] Britain's
Worthies, I [...] the [...]
Whilst all [...], are [...] to arms,
And b [...]rn with ge [...]ous [...] to revenge▪
And [...] their [...]; shall I fit
Ta [...]ly d [...]wn, and dole a l [...]fe [...] in away?
Wolfe and Sophia rising.
Soph.
Such Si [...], has eve [...] been your active [...]
O [...] l [...]e and s [...]c [...] yo [...] [...]ining deeds, they [...]pread
A b [...]ze of glor [...] [...], that pale [...]
Se [...] must keep [...] and [...]
Mo [...]e [...] the galli [...]g chain.
You're sca [...]e re [...]urn'd f [...]om L [...]uisbourg, and [...]
Seem long [...] undertaking.
[...] nothing [...] to [...] you to get here?
Wolfe [...]. Such charms!— [...]! the kind [...] ­e [...]qui [...]er has!
I [...]a [...]ce [...] how to [...] their magic [...]!
[To her.]
Tho' you are unconsci [...]us of the [...]l [...]ze of
[...] y [...]u're bless'd, [...] I [...] their
[...]
[ [...]]
and in yourself [...].—
[ [...]]
I'd [...] the
Summit o [...] [...] joy: But [...] my
[...]o [...]our is at [...]; that like a [...]
[...] ha [...] ever been and
S [...]l [...]hall be the prime treasure of my soul:
England [...] many [...]oes▪ I'll there [...] [...]
To [...] more [...]teem by [...]uture d [...]d▪
[...]oph.
Where' [...]r [...] sh [...]l [...] [...]espeak more.
Wor [...], and add [...] honours to [...] you have
Already [...], I never shal [...]
In my [...] app [...]se, nor [...] to crown with
[Page 14]The d [...]s [...]v'd esteem, a man s [...] worthy:
Y [...]ur warlike deeds, and all your [...] exploits,
We'll oft recount, and dwell with pleasure on
The w [...]d'rous [...]ale!
Proceed as you've b [...]un▪ and such rewards,
With m [...], and mine, ( [...] with friendly joy)
Your grateful c [...]u [...]try will bestow, as might
Sati [...]y the u [...]most bound [...] of your abmition.
Wolf [...] assuming a more sp [...]i [...] ▪ and pleasant air.
[...] my amb [...]on, Ma [...]am▪ centers in
Yourse [...]f: And I esteem my honour well
Insur'd, and cannot doubt success, since while
I range the savage con [...]inent, maiden
Innocence, [...]ll plead with kne [...]ling eloquence,
My cause [...] Heav'n.—
Active as the risin [...] flame▪ my gladden'd
Soul transported! [...] [...]pon the wing [...] of
Exu [...]tatio [...] ▪ s [...]ee [...]ly refl [...]c [...]ing on
My [...] bl [...]!
Soph
Your happin [...]ss I me [...]sure by the soft
Transpo [...]s I enjoy: now show'd I feel a
Sweet [...]o [...]eta [...]e of mutu [...]l [...]e [...]igh [...], did
No [...] hon [...]u [...] rival [...] ▪ (at p [...]esent) [...]
Your esteem, and smile triumphant in the
Conquest she has made▪ mi [...]in [...] some jealous
Anxious pangs with that overflowing flood of joy.
Wolfe.
That rival mistress sho [...]tly must depart,
And you remain s [...]le charme [...] of my soul.
No grea [...]er joy has sate in store! since you
Are pleas'd to give me but a distant hope!
To bid me conquer! and make my fame your
T [...]me! and prom [...]se me you'll smile applause on
[...] praise worthy deed!—
S [...]ph.
I [...] would I fain detain you here, and with
[...] strive to beguile your
Re [...]olution for this foreign war: But
Being [...] with [...] Royal confidence,
And public approbation, and drawn by
[Page 15]Glory's animating call, I cannot
Wish you to relinquish that high cl [...]im of
Honour which fires your soul: may [...]our guardian
Angel go forth w [...]th you to the battle;
Avert each rapid bullet as it flies
And w [...]rd far off the mor [...]al steel: and oh!
May you return with vict'ry crown'd, to bless
M [...] l [...]nging eyes again.—
Wolfe
Dear as you've ever been, this last kind speech
Makes you sh [...]ne more amiable; rend'ring
Y [...]u dearer to my soul, by sympathy
Of sentiment.—Madam▪ I take my leave:—
Embracing her tenderly Embracing her a second time.
Dear! dear m [...]id! Farewell!
Exit Wolfe, Sophia attends him to the door; looking eagerly after him.
SOPHIA sola.
He's gone!
[Weeps]
and yet he seem'd as if about
To stay; and often backward cast such tender
Speaking looks of sweet distress, as if [...]is
Soul had been upon the wing to quit its
B [...]dy, and fix its habitation here.
T [...]e thri [...]ling eloquence so charm'd my senses,
I thought my soul about to blend with his;
And such an unwonted pungent pang be
Gave my heart at parting! as if he there
Till then had grown; and thence was dragg'd by some
Superior force!
Exit Sophia.

SCENE IV.

PORTSMOUTH POINT, or BEACH.
Enter a LAND and SEA OFFICER meeting.
Sea Off.

Good morrow [...]'ye, Sir: What news is stirring?

Land Off.
News, my friend? I can tell you such a piece
Of news▪ as once to hear it would make a
[...] sinner leap for joy! a soldier
[Page 16]Leave his wench! a sailor leave his slip! and
All France to tremble!
Sea. Off.
The [...] I'm sure 'tis warlike news:
[...]me new expe [...]ition, spine siege, I hope;
For nought like that can make Britann [...]' s [...]ns
Of thunder leave their wenches and their slip;
And nothing better suited to make the
Mons [...]u [...] tremble.
Land Off.
A siege it is:
Our good old Ki [...]g has doom'd Quebec to fall;
Put longs to have an ampler vengeance;
A [...]d Wolfe is nominated General:
Wolfe! at whose name the French are thunderstruck
Th' in [...]repid M [...]n [...]kton is the second, and
The gallant Townshend third in the command:
Their presence▪ (as the sun gives heat and day
Light) can warm each soldier's heart for battle,
And spur an animated army on
full speed to glory.
Sea▪ Off.
But who's the Admiral for this design!
I want to thrash their jackets once again.
Land Off.
I hear it is the gallant Saunders, and
Holmes the second in command.
Sea Off.
Just as I wish'd:—I sail with Saunders▪
He is a brave commander, and will soon
Give a convincing proof of it on the,
Frenchmen to their c [...]st.—
I th [...]nk now England has pretty well paid
Herself for the l [...]ss of St. Philip's.—
Land Off.
I think so too:—Yet between you and I▪
They met no offenc'd Jack- [...]-Dandys there;
The brave old Blak [...]ne [...] and his worthy [...]ew
O' vet'ran troops, and new'y landed tars,
Were fierce as lions, and fearless as Job's
War horse.
Sea Off.
There they got a sample of what they might
Expect▪ and since have had a full measure
Of vengeance p [...]r'd out upon them.
Land Off.
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And more shall [...]are or I'm mistaken.

Sea Off.
With what tumeltuous joy, the burning scene
We [...]! when fi [...]score ships, with ware-houses.
And stores were wrapp'd in o [...] fierce British blaze.
Whilst with accustom'd shou [...] we frighten'd France!
Meanwhile, St. Maloe's thunder, silent as
The grave growl'd not the least defiance, as
If well pleas'd with Marlb'rough's vengeance.
Land Off.

Their troubles, tears, and losses, only then began.

Sea Off.
Right brother Officer! 'twas glorious sport!
Where pri [...]cely Edward [...]ought on hostile ground;
And where the gallant Howe, and B [...]gh engag'd;
(And once more bore destruction to proud France:)
To see at Edward's feet, their stubborn ramparts
Kiss the ground! their empty plunder'd royal
Stores, and magazines, in flames! and then to
Crown the scene, to see the subterraneous
Ruin rise, and all disjointed fling their
Cherbourg's costly bason in the air!
Land Off.

These were sights worth seeing!

Sea Off.
Then to sail along their coasts, with Osborne,
Gard'ner, Hawke, and Howe; to take th' O [...]p [...]ee and
The more dreadful Fo [...]droyant! (changing the
Expedition of D [...] Quesne, to Britain's
Shore, instead of Louisbourg,) driving their
Fleets into neutral harbours, locking up
Their ports, and stagnating all their trade! then
To go with Rodney, and overturn all
Their flat bottom'd war! to break their fine spun
Project of invasion, and ram their schemes
Down their throats wrapp'd up in smoke!
Land Off.
This sport was chiefly on the element,
Where you sailors were the best actors, and
We soldiers had but little hand in it:
But we handled them a little roughly
At Senegal, and many other places
Of the torrid zone; where, with resistless
[Page 18]Fury, Watson, Saver, Barrington, Marsh,
Mason Moore, and Draper, with other bold
Commanders, swept all before them, in a
Deluge of repeated victories!
Sea Off.
And amongst the rest, Keppel in a storm
Of thunder, beat Goree to the ground.
And as if the French hadn't had loss and griefs
Enough, how bold Boscawen maul'd De Clue!
Scatt'ring his fleet, and driving some on shore,
Taking, burning, sinking, at his pleasure!
And then it was, the French ocean, by the
Hardy De la Clue commanded, tumbled
On the shore to shun Boscawen's rage, and
Was lick'd up by English flame!
Land Off.
And still to add England's glory, and
Their shame, to seize upon Cape Breton's Isle.
Oh! hadst thou seen that siege! it wou'd have serv'd
Thee for an age to come, whilst passing round
The flowing cann, to tell thy friends the tale.
Thus wou'dst thou say, invelop'd in a cloud
Of sulph'rou [...] smoke, which broke in thunder from
The British fleet; with British thunderbolts well
Stor'd and thro' a mortal show'r of shot, and
Shells, and leaden deaths, from cannons, mortars,
And French entrenchments sent Amherst, and Wolfe,
Sedately warm'd, and most Serenely bold,
(As if their presence victory insur'd)
With Britain's troops, plung'd into the flood, to
Ravish mighty fate! to bid destruction
Defiance! and outface the grim king of terrors!
Sea Off.
There England's troops and tars were nobly try'd;
And there the Frenchmen learnt, how terrible
We are, when rushing on in dread union,
Thirsting after fame, and eager for the battle.
Land Off.
The disposition for the siege was a
Most glorious toil: each soldier, and each
Sailor, strove t'outdo each other:—
[Page 19]Our cannons, mortars, echorns, bellow'd loud
Against the place; defiance thunder'd from
The fo [...]ts of France; that like mount Aetna, and
Vesuvi [...], in convu [...]sive rage, both parties fought.
Foil against the town, and grand fort, Amherit
Beat his fury; whilst Wolfe attack'd, and sunk,
And burnt their ships, o'erturn'd the thunder of
Their Island fort, and from the base tore up
Their ramparts! battering the front before
His storm headlong into the sea! and now
'Gainst Dauphin gate, his brazen engines yawn'd,
Pregnant with destruction, Drucour, amaz'd!
For parley call'd and gave up Louisbourg.
Sea Off.
'Twas high time to give it up; else Hardy,
And Bo [...]cawen, wou'd soon have made the place
Too hot for him, and from their double tiers
Have sent him such a surly summons, as
Would have puzzled him, and nonplus'd all his
Troops e'er they could recollect themselves, to
Remit them a reply of equal weight.
But my worthy friend, you forgot, or else
Omitted one great transaction of the
Siege; the ships, the ships, the boats took.
Land Off.
Right: I had forgot indeed:
One night the fleet's boats, under the command
Of the bold Bal [...]our, and Laforey, row'd
Into the harbour of Louisbourg, and
Amidst all the terrors of a gloomy night,
In an unfriendly port, thro' a random
Strom of death, and under cover of their
Garrison, they bravely boarded, and took
Possession of two men of war at once,
A sixty, and a seventy four gun ship!
They burnt Le Prudent, (which stuck a ground,)
And from the harbour tow'd Le B [...]en [...]a [...]ant
Away!
Sea Off.

We generally go through with what we Take in hand.

Land Off
[Page 20]
A few words more before we part.
I wonder what posse [...]'d the French nation
T [...] kindle up a [...]resh the flames of war,
Or after kindling them, st [...]ll to carry
On the war, whilst Old England own'd a Pitt;
And for their terror on the land, a Wolfe,
An Amherst, and a Granby, a Johnson,
Williams, Foy Phillips, Drummond, and Macbean;
A Fr [...]zer, Olive, Coo [...]e, a Townshend, Elliot,
And a Murray: W [...]th such a num'rous list
Besides of worthies, in the triple union
Of England, that when all fam'd Homer's boasted
Warriors are compar'd with them, they seem a
Few, each of them an equal to Hector,
And a rival to fierce Mars.
Sea Off.
And for their scourge at sea, a Hawke, a Howe,
A Saunders, a Pocock, and Boscawen;
A Gilchrist, Clements, Elliot, and Logie;
A K [...]ppel, Rodney, Lockhart, Tyrrel, Forrest;
A Hardy, Holmes, a Langdon, and a Suckling:
With hundred [...] more▪ all hardy tars and good
Commanders brave, each of whose names wou'd sound
In a Frenchman's ears, like to a clap of Thunder!
[Going Off.]
We've whole fleets mann'd with brave fellows.
Exit.
Land Off.
[Going Off.]

Whole reg'ments of heroes!

Exit.

SCENE V.

Scene draws, and discovers JACK RATLIN, NED FORE­CASTLE and JEMMY CHAUNTER, with several other sailors, in a drin [...]ing house.
NED taking up the mug, or bowl.
Come here's success to Admiral Saunders,
And Admiral Holmes, and to our own ship's crew;
T [...] [...]y' [...]e a parcel of as good fellows as
[...]er went between stem and stern of a ship.
Drinks.
Jack Ratl.
[Page 21]
But now I think on't, give us that new song,
J [...]mmy C [...]aunter, that you got the t'other day:
I [...]ike it N [...]d.
Turning to Ned.
Ned.
Is it about fighting? If 'tis, let's have it.
[J [...]mmy rising.]
With all my heart, brothers.
All rising.
I.
Come on my brave tars! let's away to the wars,
To the siege of Quebec let's advance;
Our anchor's a trip, [...]et's away to the ship,
And bellow defiance to France.
Brave boys, &c.
II.
We'll spread ev'ry sail, with a prosperous gale,
Thro' the kingdom of Neptune we'll roam!
If we meet the [...]ench fleet, in thunder we'll greet,
Well take 'em, or drive them all home.
Brave boys, &c.
III.
If they dare to engage, and meet British rage,
We'll bear closely down to the fight;
Yard arm and yard arm, their jackets well warm,
For that is the Britons delight.
Brave boys, &c.
IV.
When the fight is begun, lest away they shou'd run,
Our grapples shall hold us together;
'Tis a sport they don't like, we'll soon make'em strike,
And straightway bear down to another.
Brave boys, &c.
V.
Well range to 'em close, and a terrible dose,
For a sample, we'll send the Monsieurs;
If the fight does not end, then another we'll send,
From both of our thundering tiers!
Brave boys, &c.
VI.
[Page 22]On their quarters we'll board, with pike, pistols and sword;
Hawke like we will pounce on our prey;
We'll make them our own, and their flags we'll haul down,
For George shall be Sovereign at sea.
Brave boys, &c.
VII.
When our thunder shall break, o'er the walls of Quebec,
Monsieurs! your strong ramparts shan't save ye;
Your heads shall all droop! and your walls shall all stoop!
When shook by the sons of the navy!
Brave boys, &c.
VIII.
Tho' your tow'rs should arise, o'er the clouds in the skies,
Let Saunders but say that we must
Pluck 'em up to the base, each fortress we'll raze,
And trample your pride in the dust!
Brave boys, &c.
IX
When we [...] shall unite, with our troops in the fight▪
And emulous jealousy calls,
As hurricanes sweep thro' the land and the deep.
Well sweep to destruction the Gauls! Brave boys. &c.
Exeunt omnes, huzza [...]ng.
THE END OF ACT I.

ACT II. POINT LEVI, OPPOSITE QUEBEC IN AMERICA.

SCENE I.

WOLFE, LEONATUS and BRITANNICUS, in a T [...].
WOLFE.
GOOD Providence our purpose seems to back;
Thus far with little loss advanc'd, we may
[Page 23]Expect success will crown the enterprize.
Join'd by provincial troops [...] O [...]eans,
And Point Levi, well secu [...]'d; and as our
Fleet in anchor'd in the river: and forms
A [...]oari [...] bulwark 'twixt this and Montmor [...]nci;
We've little and [...]o fear a visit from
Our [...]: Our next attempt must be
To bring them to a battle.
Leonatus.
And that a glorious toilsome battle too!—
Their troops [...] ours by far. Strong are
Their e [...]trenchments, brave and experienced
Are their Generals, a [...]d other leaders:
A rough [...]eep [...] leads to their trenches!
R [...]gged, f [...]rce, and cruel are their sav [...]ges:
Regulars and veterans are their soldiers:
But [...] I know will stand the test, we'll have
A mortal struggle with them! and tug in
Earnest for the conquest!
Britannicus.
I hope the wish'd for day is near at hand,
When we shall meet them in the field, and put
To noble proof▪ their boas [...]ed veteran
Thousands▪ and all their scalping b [...]nds, and prove
We have Britannia's welfare at our hearts!
Wolfe.
These resolutions I approve.
We came here to purchase warlike honour;
To fight and conquer, or h [...]: Britons fall;
And not to tell the dastard tale at home,
We durst not see our foes.
[Enter a Serjeant, addressing himself to Wolfe.]
Sir, the officer and drum are both return'd, you sent
To summon the town and garrison of Quebec.
Wolfe.

Let him enter.

[Exit Serjeant, enter Officer.]

Wolfe,

to the Officer.

What answer give they to our summons?

Officer.
When I, according to your orders, Sir,
In George the Second's name, demanded both
The town and garrison, the Governor
[Page 24]And General, with others, form'd to sneer
At my demand; had me advise you [...]o
Return, and ask our Royal M [...]ster for
The keys, and a few m [...]e troops [...]
T [...]m to Quebec; Their situation, they
Likewise say, is strong, and lofty: they're near
Twelve thousand regulars en [...]ren h'd, and at
The only spot attackable, command [...]d
By their bold, enterprising, fortunate
General Montcalm; and in their wonted
Gasco [...]ding boast, you cannot force the
Bar [...] of their gates, not during t'approach near
Enough, since Monsieur M [...]ntc [...]lm occupies
Th' adj [...]cent plain, and around their ramparts,
Forms an impenetrable living outw [...]rk!
Too dreadful for your near advances! and
Before whose war you c [...]nnot stand, if he
Chose t'ev [...]cuate the trenches, and give
You battle!
Wolfe
Say they thi [...]?
They shall e'er long▪ hear Britain's thunder roll!
And feel the bolt! Our troops and tar [...] shall roar
Them such a concert, as shall shake the strong
And lofty base of their Quebec! and let
Montcalm take heed, or lik [...] hu [...]gry lions,
Foaming for their prey, we'll overleap his
Breast works, and dr [...]g his Frenchm [...]n by the heels,
Out from underground, where like moles they seem
To have buried themselves, fearing to look
At us, a [...] if like basilisks, our eyes wou'd kill!
I cannot boa [...] twelve thousand regulars,
With many savage scalping bands; my troops
Will scarcely to eight thousand rise; but these
Are gallant fellows: a [...]d I have s [...] them
Try'd: They're Britain' [...] troops; and from Old England,
Caledo [...]ia and Hibernia drawn
Britannicus.
They're t [...]e descendants of those very men,
Who fought at C [...]e [...]y, Po [...]iers, Blenheim▪
[Page 25]And often march'd victorious thro' the heart
Of France! and surely feel the ardor of
Their brave ancestors! But more than this, in
The last war, several gain'd great honour,
And many, we know, both officers, and
Soldiers at the late siege of Louisbourg,
Signaliz'd themselves.
Leonatus to Wolfe.
I think Sir, we've enough;
Especially when I reflect▪ we lead
The triple union to the battle! all
Emulous of fame! most honourably
Jealous of each other! and firmly resolv'd
To bring to stain upon their mother country!
Wolfe.
This promises full well.—
I must to my repose; weak nature will
No longer hold: Be it your care, Gentlemen,
To see [...]he order of the camp, and guard
Against surprize; too much security,
Has many forts, and many armies lost.
Pardon, Gentlemen, the liberty I take,
I cannot doubt your honour, courage, or
Your prudence: Fail not I beg of using
All your eloquence, to warm the hearts of
All our troop [...], against the day, in which we
Shall attack the French entrenchments, which
I intend shall shortly b [...].
That day will bring the bravest to the test!
Britannicus.
All shall be done a man can do,
And if example wlll have any weight,
That shall not be wanting.
Leonatus.
I join my gallant brother in command,
And promise on the honour of a soldier,
On my part, that nothing shall be wanting.
Wolfe.
My worthy sharers in command! my
Honourable partners of bright glory!
Adieu;—and Heav'n will speed you both.
[Exeunt omnes.]
[Page 26]

SCENE II.

MONTMORENCI; (MONTCALM's Camp.) MONT­CALM, LEVI, and BOUGAINVILLE, in a Tent.
BOUGAINVILLE to MONTCALM.
So it seems Sir, the Britons demanded
The town and garrison of Quebec, and
Have sent three young Gen'rals with eight thousand
Troops on the sleeveless errand?
Montcalm.
Being this day, with some others, at the
Governor's conven'd, I hear'd the British
Officer when he made the proud demand,
Which we rejected with disdain, and sent
Him back with such a message to their camp,
As will give their enterprising boasted
Wolfe, but little pleasure.
On our refusal, he denounc'd rough war,
And threaten'd devestation to the town
And garrison:—
And by a prisoner we have taken,
We learn that they intend shortly to storm
Us in our trenches.
Bougainville.
These Britons wou'd be thought in­vincible,
And dream of nothing else but asking for
Our forts, our towns and garrisons, as if
The mention of their names had a magic
Charm in it! wou'd waste our troops! and batte [...]
Down our walls! but they're mistaken!
Whene'er they land at Montmorenci, let
Us from our trenches pour down upon them,
And shouting loud as Niagara's steep
Cataract, with th' like rapidity,
Bear all down before us! leave the straggling
Offals of destruction, as delicious
Morsels for our savages! and scourge the
Insolence of their young leaders!
Montclam.
[Page 27]
Be not too rash, good Sir.
We must not give them battle on the plain,
Nor carry on offensive war:
Tho' young their leaders, and their troops but few,
Their Monarch, and their Minister, are too
S [...]gacious to be deceived in this so
Critical a choice! (no Pompadour rules there.)
Whate'er their years, and muster roll, are found
Deficient in, depend upon it, 'tis
Over ballanc'd well, by intrepidity
Of soul! active resolution! a firm
Contempt of danger! and well try'd vet'ran
Service!
Levi.
Lead we not better troops than they?
Besides, our numbers, bating savages,
Are full four thousand more; we've every male
Inhabitant within the town to back
Us, they are some thousands; why shou'd we then
Within our trenches sculk, as if afraid
To meet them in the open field? rather
Let us run them down by numbers! and as
The lordly lion serves the foremost hunters.
When they press upon him, sp [...]rn them to a
Knowledge of themselves! who fancy now they
[...]ise superior to the common rank of
[...]en! or else let us make them in a forc'd
[...]treat, precipitate themselves into
[...]e sea!
Montcalm.
Rather than dream of driving them before
[...] like a tim'rous flock of sheep, let us
[...]pare to stand their furious charge, when they
[...]e rav'nous wolves, o'erleaping sh [...]p-folds, shall
[...]unt our breast-works; and plunge into our treach!
[...]ich if they shou'd, they will not fail to make
[...] feel their mortal gripe!
I [...] repose but little confidence
In open field, in the rabble thousands
[...] Quebec, and less in our savage
[Page 28]Bands; the former, at the first on set will
Break and run; and the latter, before the
[...] British thunder, and the bright blaze
O [...] northern [...]eely [...]eath! flee horror [...]uck!
And yellin [...], from the field.
Bougainville to Montcalm.
You seem en [...]ur'd, Sir,
With Britain's troops.
And to forget the worth and bravery of your own.
Montcalm.
Pardon me, Monsieur [...];
I am not guilty of so gross a fault:
I know the worth and bravery of our troops;
And only speak th' opi [...]ion of the wo [...]d
Concerning our foes; their own atchievements
Loudly speak the same!—
(Waving the exp [...]o [...]s of all former days)
Look back in our own time to Fo [...]tenoy's
Well fought! hard earn'd! and dreadful field to France!
(And that Te Deum'd field of Dettinger!)
Nay, bring the prospect nearer, and look back
To Louisbourg. (s [...]king yet in ruin [...]!
The horrid [...] of the joint well temper'd
Rage, of their Ulyssean Amber [...], and
Pe [...]ean Wolfe!) there art! and [...]ature!
And the blustering ocean, join' [...] t' obstruct
Their landing! yet, with what an amazing
Intrepidity did they come on! and
[...] [...]midst the for [...]i [...]g surges on the
[...] choosi [...]g [...] death, amidst the fire
O [...] thousands there intrench'd! rather than be
Thought tardy in the r [...]ce of honour!
Bougainville.
But what avails all this, concerning these
[...] forces at present, come against
Quebec?
Montcalm.
To put us [...] serious on our guards.
[...] the [...] and leaders!
This s [...]me young Gen'ral headed them! and with
A [...], and undou [...]ted fury.
Sp [...]rr'd them on to glory! so that by his
[Page 29]E [...]ample said, [...]n [...]rder ran thro' the
[...] quick as so many trains of powder
[...] touch'd by the ma [...]ch, and rou [...]'d them to
Such [...] rage! no obstacle
Cou'd [...] the rapid progress o [...] their troope!
Levi.
All this is gra [...]ted, Sir▪
But [...] the case at present chang'd:
At Louisbourg, they had twice their present
[...], and then we sent not all our troops
To [...] their descent; but if we now
[...] our savage friends, we number twice
[...]; our twelve thousand regula [...] are
Veteran French, and have been often try'd
Th [...] the continent; we, ourselves, have seen
Each other try'd in bottle; why shou'd we
Then not meet them in the field?
Montcalm
That my resolve [...], and arguments, do not
Proceed from any backwardness to fight,
[...] [...]o [...]selves appeal.—
Bougainville
Of that we must acquit you, Sir.
We know your courage and ability;
But [...] wou'd have your private reasons for
Your [...]o cl [...]tions.
Montcalm.
Hear me then with patience.
That we, I think, will stand the test, is put
Be [...]ood [...]: That we have good and well
Train'd veteran troop [...] I likewise grant, and
Thousands more than they; but our success must
Be the ch [...]ell hinge, on which the affairs of
[...] must turn: This barrier pass'd,
They'll sweep onward like an inundation!
And overwhelm each Gallie settlement
in undistinguish'd ruin! and as the
Event of war was ever dubious, and
Numbers have not always conquer'd Englishmen;
Why shou'd we give them equal battle, and
Throw all at stake upon th' uncertain chance?
Levi.
I see no need to fear the coming to a battle.
Bougainville.
[Page 30]
Nor can I doubt of matching them, whom hand
To hand engag'd: Eight thousand may begin
Th' attack, and break the fury of their most
Impetuous charge; shou'd these be repell'd,
A corps de reserve of four thousand men,
By all our rough Indian tribes assisted,
May soon recover that first disorder,
Help them to rally, and with new spirits.
Face the see: or at least they'll cover their
Retreat (in safety) to their trenches: Then
Shall we prove ourselves true sons of Mars, and
Wipe away the scandle of a dastard name.
Montcalm.
Our bus'ness here is to preserve Quebec▪
And with as little l [...]ss as possible;
And if from numbers we may hope success,
Let us remain intrench'd, and make th' event
More certain. The sea [...] now swarms with English
Men of war, who intercept our transports,
And our royal fleets, therefore we can have
But little hope of a supply of men
From France: As for our invading foes, all
Their attacks must be with loss attended:
They're few already, and their troops will thin:
Perhaps being harrass'd, sickness may ensue,
And they'll grow weary of the tardy siege:
Then, when their spirits shall be most depress'd,
Rush we'll on them with our united force:
Beat up their sickly camp! and make them take
A bloody farwell! by which means, we shall
Preserve our troops, our honours and Quebec.
Bougainville.
On cool reflection, I now see pla
What before did not occur: Since we are
The continetial b [...]lwark, and with us,
Quebec must stand or fall, I do submit
To lie before it [...] walls, and only act
On the defe [...]sive side; since through our troops
A passage must be cut into the town.
Levi to Montcalm.
[Page 31]
To your superior judgment I sub­mit,
And well applaud the plan of operation.
This method may perhaps be better than
Fitch'd battles, where one chance blow, a signal
Misapply'd, or word misunderstood,
May turn the sway of action, subvert the
Best concerted schemes, and fling a conquest
Into the arms of those, who waited but
The signal to desert the field: And all
The world allows, that warlike arts and skill
Mature, (with policy apply'd) to save
The men, and gain the cheapest victories,
(If not the first qualifications, they
Are) to personal bravery, the next
Best requisite in any General.
Bougainville. to Montcalm.
I've nothing to object Sir,
To your opinion I'm entirely won.
Montcalm.
Be it our chiefest care then to protract
The siege, and save our men: Behind us lies
Montreal, against which place, I learn the
Gallant and experienc'd Amherst, their
Sage prime chief, 'gainst Louisbourg, is in full
March, with near ten thousand forces, and with
Fierce Wolfe, no doubt, intends a junction; but
In all human probability, they
Never can surmount each obstacle, and
Soon enough arrive with their expected
Aid: But shou'd that reinforcement come, the
Less our present loss, and harrassment now
Is, the better we shall then receive them.
Bougainville
Let us dam up th' entrance into Quebec;
No landing place lies near the threaten'd town,
And parcticable, but Montmorenci's
Strand, below our camp, which place we'll guard full
Well, and render innaccessable, as
Art, and warlike terrors can.—
In these Northern climes, the winter will come
On apace, and frustrate ev'ry hostile
[Page 32]Plan; their thin remains the (baffled refuse
Of repeated skirmishes) will then return
With disappointed hopes and sullen shame.
Montcalm.
But when they land let us be well prepar'd
For their reception; for they'll compel us
To believe their leaders fierce! and all their
Forces brave!
Exeunt omnes.
THE END OF ACT II.

ACT III.

SCENE I.

POINT LEVI.
WOLFE, LEONATUS and BRITANNICUS.
WOLFE.
THIS distant battery avails us not;
We waste our troops and harrass out our men,
And expend our ball and powder but to
Little purpose: I long to see our foes,
And graple with them in a close engagement.
Britannicus.
In that let all our resolutions fix,
And let ev'ry movement center in that
Purpose, to Montmorenci let's tranfer
The war, and with all our force united,
Steadily pursue the end we've plann'd, and
Launch destruction 'mongst their troops.
Wolfe.
Your sentiments concur with mine:
To-morrow we'll attack 'em; th' Admirals
Have promis'd all th' assistance in their pow'r,
And I doubt not the hearty concurrence
Of their officers and th' English seamen.
Leonatus.
All our officers and troops seem well pleas'd
And cheerfully resolv'd; they only wait
The signal for the undertaking.
[Page 33]Betwixt the soldiers and the seamen:
T [...] [...] more support with cool
[...] each other's cause, no [...] in
[...] disagreement jar: All seem
To [...]rive who shall be most alert t' exert
Themselves to ga [...]n a glorious name; and like
G [...]lla [...] [...] faithful brothers in the war.
A [...]ire to stand with the most intrepid
Souls▪ the greatest shock o [...] danger.
Wol [...]e.
We w [...]ll not [...]ail on our parts to answer
Th [...] [...]est expectations▪ and lead them
Or to take gigantic danger by the
Thro [...] and tho' repell'd, we'll force the Frenchmen
To confess we sought like sons of liberty.
Now let us hence to where our several
Stations call us:
Meanwhile▪ let us [...]ot grow tardy, but with
R [...]bled fury cannonade, and ply
Them with disploding storms of shells, as if
We meant to b [...]ry them in iron graves:
Perhaps some lucky shell, or shot, mark'd out
[...]y [...]a [...]e, may do more than a [...] other times.
A mo [...]th of to [...]l [...]me siege.
Exeunt omnes.

SCENE II.

The stage dorbe [...]ed▪ and two m [...]n placed behind the scenes. w [...]th speaking trumpets, o [...]e at the forme, and one at the inner end of the stage. A sh [...]p to appear.
FRONT MAN.
Make a signal immediately for all the ships
Boats, and all the fleet to mann ship!
Inner Trumpet.
Bear a hand! bear a hand my lads!
Mann the boats! and pull up!
The fire ships are coming down the stream upon us!
Boats [...] pipes forward in the ship.
All hands, hoy!
Pipes a midship, at the middle or main hatchway.
All h [...]ds, hoy! tumble up, tumble up; there below!
[Page 34]Pipes abast, or at the after hatchway.
All hands hoy!
A great noise within of long-boat-men; y [...]wlers, away, a running sore and as [...], and clattering of the ears.
Out barge, hoy! a running, whurrow, whurrow,
Whurrow, whurrow, pipes to lower, pipes to stop.
Front Trumpet.
Bargemen, jump into the barge, and wait further orders:
Get the fire engine in readiness there!
Cheerly my boys! Cheerly!
Three [...]r four boats clap along-side of that
Headmost fire ship, and tow her ashore on the
La [...]board side of the river.
As he speaks, a light appears on the left side of the stage. After a pause.
Have you book'd the grapples men?
Sailor answers.
We have her as safe as a thief in a halter;
But the tide runs strong.
Front Trumpet.
Pull up briskly, half a dozen boats more there.
And [...]ow her plump ashore!
After a small time, the sailors [...]uzza; one bawls out, she's safely stow'd away.
Front Trumpet.
There let her grow;
She makes a fine illumination:
Clear your grapples, and get off in the stream
In readiness.
Inner Trumpet, Lieutenant Hatchway, Front Trumpet b [...]ll [...].
Inner Trumpet.
Here's a whole fleet of fire ships, and fire floats.
Coming round the point:
The French are trading with Lucifer I think,
And have borrow'd th' infernal coast of him
For this night's service.
Front Trumpet.
If they've borrow'd his imps likewise
[Page 35]To conduct the machinery, we have a parcel
Of brave hardy tars, that will play their parts
Manfully in the scene, and grapple with
Any terrors which can float upon the water!
Inner Trumpet.
Order more assistance here;
They're coming down upon us six knots!
And will be close on board of us in an instant!
As he speaks, a great light appears.
Front Trumpet.
Row up there one whole division of boats!
My brave fellows! behave like British seamen;
There's warm duty for ye!
A Sailor answers.
Never fear, Sir!
We'll tow them ashore, if the grapples hold,
Or we'll fry like sausages in the flames!
All whurrow, whurrow.
Front Trumpet.
One whole division of boats; take up
That fire ship near the two decker, and tow
Her to starboard; and be sure mind to grapple
The floats which miss the headmost division,
And touch them ashore.
First Officer within.
Be ready with the fire engine!
Get up oars, poles, and booms there!
And mann the starboard side well!
Second Officer.
Brace all the yards; sharp fore and aft!
And mann the shrouds and yards with pole ax
Men to clear the fire ships grapples!
First. Off.
Run both tiers of guns out double shotted,
And bring them all to bear upon the fire ship!
Carpenters! stand by to cut the cables!
Second Off.
Pull up your starboard oars briskly my lads!
And keep her well to starboard of us:
Take care; don't fall athwart the ship's hawse
Astern of us.
Sailors b [...]l out, Whurrow, whurrow: Never fear, never fear.
Second Off.
She goes clear of us:
They have her under command.
[Page 36] Inner Trumpet, Lieutenant Hatchway, Front Trumpet, ball [...].
Inner Trumpet.
I can perceive no more fire floats and fire ships
Coming; that whole division may be employ'd
In picking up such as pass'd the Point.
Front Trumpet.
They are all clapp'd on board by this time,
And greatest part of them landed on Terra Firma:
The most mischief they've done us, was just
To singe one of the ships sides as they pass'd.
All the sailors within, Huzza! huzza! huzza! scene closes; lights descend.

SCENE III.

POINT LEVI: Centinels call in this manner behind the scenes, going up the right side thrice; that is in the front, center, and rear▪ All's well: The like on the left side, rear, center and front, all's well: At a distance, as on [...]eard the fleet in the river, all's well; all's well; all's well; all's well; different voices.
WOLFE Solus, in his Tent.
The dreadful tumult of this horrid night
Is o'er, and with its clamours are all its
Terrors vanish'd.
Stuck f [...]rm upon the shore, in harmless blaze,
These engines of destruction melt away.
Throughout the fleet the voice of safety runs▪
And thro' the camp, from right to left, I hear
The centinels revolve the welcome sound.
Enter a SEA OFFICER. WOLFE to him,
I congratulate you, Sir, on this night's
Success, and the safety of all our fleet.
We have luckily escap'd the danger,
With which th [...]se fire ships threaten'd us.
Sea Off.
They threaten'd us with no less than total
[...] in [...] relentless blaze! it was
A [...] of policy, and the
[Page 37]French had like to have rais'd the siege at one
Decisive blo [...]. We had warm and busy
Duty, and ev'ry boat belonging to
The fleet, was well employ'd.
Wolfe.
Upon this point, wrapp'd in suspense I stood,
To see the fiery [...]luge [...]o [...]ling down
Upon us, nor sti [...]r'd from hence, until each
Flame was tow'd on shore, nor fail'd to mark with
Pleasure, the transactions of the boats, and
The activity of our [...]ars.
Sea Off.
They all behav'd worthy of the fame they
Have 'midst fire and smoke, in naval battles
Gain'd: when first th' alarm was giv'n to mann our
Boats, to meet and stop the fire ships, and floats,
Turn'd adrift upon the stream towards us▪
They ne'er betray'd one token of base fear,
Or backward tardiness for duty, tho'
All a head appear'd, as if the fiery
Phlegethon had risen from its burning
Bed, and from the hostile walls, was pouring
Down it's sulph'rous torrent upon our fleet:
With all the speed that oar's cou'd make, they row'd
Amidst the gloomy danger, surrounded
On each side by floating flame! and as they
Breath'd drew in thick clouds of suffocating smoke:
Still, as fresh ships and fire floats, came pouring
Down, new spirits and new strength they seem'd to
Gain! with busy anxious minds they boldly
Wrought, and clear from ev'ry ship they tow'd
Th' internal flame!
Wolfe.
Whilst they were busy in the burning war,
We in a vigilant suspense remain'd
For battle ready, we might repel the
Sudden onset expected from the French;
'Twas there they fail'd in policy.
Sea Off.
Perhaps in courage, Sir: 'tis seldom known
They beat up English camps, or board a ship,
Except when they are greatly superior
[Page 38]In their force and numbers, and have a most
Convenient opportunity.
Wolfe.
England, I think is most peculiarly
Happy in her naval powers; I see
No cause to doubt their future conduct in
This siege; we have here, brave, vigilant, and
Hardy officers and seamen.
Sea Off.
Their match in all his annual round the
Sun sees not, so capable of duty,
Or so agile in the working of the
Ship, and brimful of alacrity, when
Bearing down upon the foe to to battle.
On the mortal verge of close engagement▪
I've seen their souls o'erflow with joy! and their
Full charg'd hearts, like rivers rising o'er their
Bank [...], pour out a flood of rough but apt and
Daring sentiments!
England exult! tell wond'ring nations round,
Thy freeborn tars mock at the name of fear!
Fear not my lad [...] says ev'ry British tar,
And plunges thro' the thunder of fight!
Where [...]lame and death, and war, rage in the most
Tumultuous manner, there shout Britannia's
Seamen, and with delight engage!
Wolfe.
I hope they'll still deserve the name they've gain'd,
And live in friendly union with our troops:
To morrow I intend another rough
Trial of their b [...]very and spirit,
When they shall launch our sons of Mars upon the shore.
Sea Off.
I'll pawn my life our sailors will not fail,
I bid you, Sir, good night.
Wolfe.

The same to you, Sir.

Exit Officer.
Wolfe solus.
O thou, whose never sleeping eyes pierce at
One [...]ance thro' space immense, w [...]tch o'er our camp!
Retard all hostile ills! and shield us from surprise!
Exit Wolfe, or the scene closes.
[Page 39]

SCENE IV.

The French Camp at MONT [...]ORENCI, MONTCALM. and BOUGAINVILLE.
MONTCALM.
Our grand scheme is baffled, and all our hopes
From that quarter are frustrated.
Bougainville.
I had such a firm reliance on it,
I thought it would surpass all human pow'r
To baffle it: I expected no less
Than universal ruin to their fleet,
To have seen their powder blaze, and all their
Stores expire in flames, whilst from their ships they
Leapt by hundreds, and plung'd to watry death
Below, t'escape the burning war above:
At least, I thought the greedy flame wou'd have
Devour'd sev'ral ships, and forc'd some others
On the shore, and some whole crews have perish'd
In the wild confusion!
Montcalm.
But see how contrary last night's event!
Their sailors seem another race of men,
Whene'er compar'd 'gainst other countries tars,
And like the water, sulpher, smoke and flame!
Seem almost to be their element! they
Laugh at threat'ning danger! and play with black
Destruction!
Bougainville.
They've done this night, what England may ever
Boast, what France will scarce believe, and other
Nations stand astonish'd at!
Montcalm.
Ungrateful truth! How many of us from
Our diff'rent posts, mark'd with what unconcern,
And chearful resolution, they met the
Flaming fleet! Oars mix'd with oars, like persons
Striving for the goal! the sternmost drove the
Head most on! cheering each other with their
N [...]ise! all full of emulation, who shou'd
Throw the grapples first! and thronging fiercely
[Page 40]To catch each flame, they form'd (if I may use
The exp [...]ess [...]n) a sort of n [...]val pha [...]anx,
[...] for any of our fire floats to
Pass, and do the wish'd fo [...] executio [...]!
Boug [...]v [...]lle.
For the future, but [...] from the like
We can [...]: they are so [...]warn'd, and will
Not now be off their guard. Besides, it was
The chi [...]est effort we can make, and they
Who ba [...]led this, will s [...]ee [...] at all our vain attempts.
Montcalm
Next we may expect to meet them on the
S [...]re; for flush'd wi [...]h this success, and full of
Indignation [...] the great design, no
Doubt they'll make some desperate push, by way of
Pierce retaliation.— Let u [...] expect
The worst, 'twill rouse us more! and if we can
Repel them now, perhaps they'll raise the siege.
Bougainville.
Let them come on!—we fear them not!
We're ready!—They shall have a warm Welcome!
Montcalm.
And such I hope, as will prevent their bold
Intrusion for the future.
Exeunt.
THE END OF ACT III.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.

A NUNNERY, a LADY ABBESS, and TWO NUNS.
LADY ABBESS,
OH how welcome seems the returning day,
After this night of horrors!—
1st Nun.
[cr [...]ssing herelf]
Blessed Mary defend us, from all the
Threat'ning dangers of the succeeding night!
2d Nun.
[crossing herself]
May all the holy angels, and host of
Saints, be our protection this day; and the
Ens [...]ing days, until our army drives
The enemies away.
Lady A [...]bess.
Heav'nly Father!—
[crossing herself.]
[Page 41]Such another night, for all the world I
[...] not choose to pass!—
And [...] the [...] of our own guns
In [...]he garrison▪ (so near us) and the
Continual discharge from Point Levi, and
The Bri [...]ish sh [...]ps▪ of mortars and cannon,
The city seem'd to r [...]el▪ nay, the very
G [...]ound trembled under us! whilst the whole ai [...]
[...] one unin [...]ermitted shock; and in
[...] und [...]ting space, long hung the hoarse
[...] sound▪ like distant thunder.
1 [...] Nun.
Good heav'n [...]!—
[...] was the scene within our walls!
[...] [...]he cheering company of the
[...] intrepi [...] sex, to sooth our souls and
Calm our [...]eart▪ each si [...]ter gave herself for lost!
2d Nun
How shocking thro' the gloom of night, wou [...]d the
Di [...]charge of their artil [...]'ry, and mortars,
[...] like ligh [...]ning, against our walls, and gleam
[...] thro' the long range of all our
[...] and then to raise us from the trembling
S [...]por into Which the sight had thrown us,
Instantly, the t [...]rrific roar roll'd over head!
1 [...] Nun.
Methinks I yet hear the battering of
T [...]e balls! and see the shells▪ (like meteors)
With their flaming tails▪ descending thro' the air!
Lady Abbess.
The shrieking sisterhood, (like a flock of
F [...]ght [...]n'd doves, trembling! and scat [...]'ring from an
Eagle s [...]ng down) oft as they hear'd the
V [...]ice; a shell! or flight of shells! in
D [...]leful accents pierce their ears▪ or saw the
[...]ming show'r aloft▪ fell prostrate! kneel'd! and
Pray'd! or ran almost each a different
Way, as fear suggested; seeking shelter,
And dubious of the event!—and from our
Apartments, as they burst around us, broke
Forth a terrifying scream!—
1st Nun.
[Page 42]
To this without our walls, in a dismal
Concert, rung the groans, and cries, of dying
People!—Houses tumbling into ruins!—
Or perishing in flames:—Fearful mothers,
With their children crying, and thronging in
Heaps; not knowing where to fly for present
Security, and calling loud on all
The saints for help.
Lady Abbess.
Alas! in vain!—
For over head would rise another show'r
Of shells, and send them screeching headlong to
A distant spot!—many too slowly fled;
For death, with unrelenting hast, follow'd
At their heels, and as a peasant cuts thro'
A grassy meadow, so he mow'd down the
Crowd!—
2d Nun.
Oh terrible!—if they shou'd take the City
And we shou'd fall into the hands of these
Rough Englishmen!
1st. Nun.

I'm shock'd at the thought!—

2d Nun.
The very idea harrows up my
Soul!—
And darts a tremor thro' every nerve!
Lady Abbess.
I hope it will not happen as you fear,
We have all the saints on our sides, to pray
For us: the bold General Montcalm, (who
Has often beat them) and twelve thousand French
Sold [...]ers, with a Canadian militia,
And some thousands of Indians, to fight for
Us, and they are not half our number.
2d Nun.
But still my good Lady they may beat us;
And then alas what may we expect will
Be the consequence!
1st Nun. to Lady Abbess.
Our Confessors, Father Dominic, and
Father Francis, have told us strange things.
Lady Abbess.
Perhaps our good Fathers were a little
Too rash in forming their judgments, or were
Misinform'd. What their whole nation is, I
[Page 43]Cannot say; but I'm told by a Lady,
Who was at Loui [...]bourg when taken by them,
That the officers behaved with the greatest
Civility and politeness to all,
But in a more peculiar manner, to
The religious Ladies, and orders, of
All sorts; kept the strictest decorum in
The town, among their soldiers, and stuck most
Honourably to their capitulation,
Injuring none, after the deliv'ry
Of the forts and town.
1st Nun to Lady Abbess.
I'm greatly shock'd at what our Confessors
Have told us!
Lady Abbess.
My dear children, discard these fears: I hope
The Governor will not give up the town;
But if he should, let this calm all our doubts:
These are the men, who treated their captive
Enemies with so much humanity
And good manners at Louisbourg.
2d Nun to Lady Abbess

How know you that, Madam?

Lady Abbess.
From the same Lady, who inform'd me of
The [...]r former behaviour. I trust we're safe
From personal insult: for where the true
Spi [...]it of brav'ry inspires the breast of
Any Commanders in Chief, a manly
Generosity accompanies it;
[...] they'll keep the troops under their command,
[...] order and discipline.
[...] [...] Nun.
Heav'n hear my pray'r and grant they may!
[...] almost at my wits end!—
[...] Abbess.
But for your further comfort, my ghostly
[...] tells me, we are by and by to
[...] a general solemn procession,
[...] of Misericordia, to
[...] the ruin which threatens us,
[...] invasion of our enemie.
[Page 44]Let us retire my children, and join with
Them in their petitions for victory.
This is our last, our best resource, in all
Our dangers.
Exeunt omnes.

SCENE II.

POINT LEVI: WOLFE solus, in his Tent.
The hour is near; and swift upon the wings
Of time the minute rides, pregnant with [...]!
And full of dread decision; whether we
Rout them from their fortyfi'c entrenchments,
Or retreat with loss from Montmorenci,
The purple bed of honour will this day
Be throng'd with British worthies.
[Enter an Officer.]
Sir all the forces are embark'd, the ships
Are station'd for their cover, both officers
And men are in high spirits, and all seem
To be resolutely ready to force
The Gallic lines, and make their landing good.
Wolfe.
The lover pining in the absence of
The fair inchantress of his heart, ne'er felt
Such a flood of joy rush in upon his
Soul, when she returning, charms his ears with
The well known acc [...]ts of her tongue, a [...] I
Now feel, to hear the welcome tale;—which tale,
Has rous'd me to the onset, and kindled
Ev'ry martial sentiment within my
Soul, I go, at honourable Freedom's
Call. To fi [...]ht my country's ba [...]le.
Exeunt.
[Curtain falls, thunders, and a discharge of art [...]lery, and small arms▪ drums beating, and a [...] Curtain rises, and [...] Capt. [...] and Lieut. PEYTON, [...] wounded among [...]; Mr. PEYT [...]N's, [...] being armed [...] and a [...]]
[Page 45] Enter a SERJEANT, and some GRENADIERS as retreating.
So [...]er.
O! dismal sight of grief! here wounded he
Our Captain and Lieutenant!
Serjeant.

We'll bear them off, tho' thousands dam the pass.

Speaking to Ochterlony, and reaching him his hand.
R [...]e wor [...]hy Sir, and on my back ascend;
[...] as a miser bears his lead of pelf,
[...] rushing from a house inwrapt in flame,
My w [...]ling shoulders shall sustain your weight;
Thro' crimson floods, and numbers of the [...]:
Another will your good Lieutenant take;
The rest all opposition shall defy.
'Till we in safety shall depose our charge,
Rese [...]'d from death, and far from scalping foes.
Ochterlony.
My gen'rous men, I ever thought you brave,
And worthy of the same our troops have gain'd;
I feel I have my mortal wound receiv'd,
Should I retard your quick retreat, you're lost:
I am not therefore worth the hazard of
Your lives, which yet may be of service to
Your country, and in future days revenge
My f [...]ll. Here let me lie, in painful joy,
Reflecting on my soldiers proffer'd love;
[...] b [...]ar the gallant Peyton from the field,
I know his valour, and I love the man!
Perhaps the foe may one day feel his worth,
And you his gratitude.
Soldiers.

We'll take you likewise, Sir.

Ochterlony.
Soldiers, no more: I will not hazard lives
So precious to Great-Britain, and my king;
Nor at so great a price, will [...]early buy
A [...]ew short painful useless moments here:
But oh! fulfil my last my be [...]t request!
Preserve my friend; defend his precious life;
And bear him safely hence!
Ochterlony [...] on a dead body. Soldiers move towards Mr. Peyton.
Peyton.
[Page 46]
Stand off soldiers! nor think to take me hence.
O can! can I bear the cruciating thought!
How shall I when amongst our troops arriv'd
E'er cast a look of warm reflection back,
And in idea see my gallant friend,
My Ochterlony! whilst alive forsook!
And by his Peyton! Oh, then to see him
Drown'd in blood! by savage foes incircled,
Screaming aloud th' infernal yell of joy;
Then see the toma [...] sink into his head:
His body mangled; and his scalp torn off,
Whilst he perhaps is vainly calling on
His absent friend!—
No Peyton near, to dart like lightning on
Them! and with remorseless amicable
Fury, tread them down among their kindred
Fiends below!
Serjeant.
Consider, Sir, reject not timely aid,
Tho' fractur'd be your bone, vigor remains,
And youth, and time may give that part new strength;
Besides you yet may serve your country.
Peyton.
Serjeant, thou spok'st a dagger to my heart:
For safety, and for life, my country calls,
Then who shall Ochterlony save! pausing a little.
It is resolv'd:—and here will I remain.
Speaking now in a commanding tone:
Soldiers, with speed retreat while yet you may!
Serjeant.
Farewel, ye brave and much lov'd officers;
We'd gladly bear you hence, and with our lives
At stake defend you both wou'd, you consent;
But here we can no longer safely stay,
Our duty to our country calls us hence;
For from their lofty trenches like a flood,
The Frenchmen pour o'er Montmorenci's field,
And like grim furies from th' infernal coast,
The cruel savage bands are straggling round.
[Ti [...] Indians yell]
Hark!
They yell the tranq [...] which they'll soon enjoy
Amidst the scalping scene! we promise this,
[Page 47]Our friends once more rejoin'd, we'll rouze them to
Avenge your cause.
Exeunt soldiers.

SCENE III.

Ma [...]e [...]t OCHTERLONY and PEYTON.
ORCHTERLONY.
Oh, my dear friend, e'er 'tis too late, be gone.
Peyton▪ persuade me not, for I am fixt as fate!
Watchful and fierce, as is the dragon said
To stand, and guard the bright hesperian tree;
So will I guard thee from the savage foes:
Perhaps some foe of manly sentiment,
By Providence directed, may approach;
At least, before I die, amongst the scalpers
I'll so read a gloomy scene of slaughter, and
Fall with thee amidst a glorious ruin!
An Indian yell, Ochterlony attempts to rise, [...] Peyton begins to lead his fusee; the scene cl [...]ses [...] the mean time.

SCENE IV.

Enter Captain MACDONALD, with a party of Highlanders, and a dead body.
MACDONALD.
Yonder I see an English officer.
Towards him speeds a band of savages;
He seems design'd to stand on his defence,
Too great the odds!—
Three thither haste, and to his rescue fly!
Exeunt three Highlanders with drawn swords.
Now onward with our fallen friend.
Exeunt omnes.
Re-enter three Highlanders, with drawn swords, and Mr. Peyton on one of their shoulders, with his [...].
Peyton.
Soldiers, I thank you for this timely rescue:
To what officer owe I this obligation?
First Highl.
Capt. Macdonald, of Fraser's battalion,
Whose frown against the French nerves all our arms
[Page 48]With strength, and edges every sword, to hew
Him out the path to glory; he sent us:
We slew with pleasure to your aid, and flesh'd
Our steel in every scalper we could reach.
An Indian yell, they all face about, and Peyton claps his [...] in his shoulder. The Indians halt.
Peyton.
Dare [...] not come! then bear me onward:
[...] ambuscide [...]nd murd [...] [...]
They ne'er cou'd face th' uplift [...] [...] steel,
Nor [...]land he light'ning of an English eye.
Exeunt omnes.

SCENE V.

The Camp on POINT LEVI: Enter a SEA OFFICER, and a CALEDONIAN CHIEF.
SEA OFFICER.

So Peyton is return'd? but Ochterlony's lost?

Caledon. Chief.
That is not certain: Mr. Peyton says,
He saw him with a Frenchman, standing near
The breastwork, and therefore he has hopes.
Sea Off.
Heav'n grant his hopes are true.—
But tell me Sir, what pass'd while they remain'd
Upon the field of battle?
Cal. Ch.
Whilst Ochterlony's bleeding heart glow'd with
Undissembled love, (which none but friends can
Feel) and pour'd out salutary wishes
For his friend, Peyton, (like a bear growling
O'er her wounded whelp) was swallow'd up in
Friendly rage▪ and fiercely meditated
Great revenge, if any hand should rudely
Touch his Ochterlony.
Sea Off.
Well worthy they the names of soldiers and
Of friends:—What ensu'd?
Cal. Ch.
Not long they lay in pain, 'midst blood and carnage,
E'er two feil savages towards them came,
Whose cruel meins, and ireful eyes, declar'd
Their rugged souls ne'er felt a tender thought,
Join'd by a Gaul, as savage as themselves;
Th [...]se wounded Ochterlony several times,
[Page 49] [...] he unfortunately was unarm'd,
And sa [...] no [...]ie [...]dly weapon in his reach,
With which to deal the C [...]l [...]donian blow,
And like a dying lion, fall am [...]d [...]t
T [...]e slaugh [...]er of his [...]n [...]ers!
Sea Of.
On, barbarous a [...]d inhuman! to wound
[...] mercy, and a prisoner!—
[...] p [...]oceed.
Ca [...]. Ch.
He of their outrage to his friend complain'd:
Q [...]ck as a spirit answers Merlin' [...] call,
The magic sound rous'd Peyton fr [...]m the earth;
(Who in his friend's danger forgot his own:)
He frown'd in flame, and sent the leaden fate!
Death seiz'd a savage, and he groa [...]'d his last!
His mate upon th' Hi [...]ernian quick advanc'd;
They both fi [...]'d, both wounded were, yet both stood;
The savage flesh'd his bay [...]et in his side;
His fractur'd leg, and loss of blood forgot,
Peyton's left hand his next thrust parry'd well,
And flung wide off the sanguin'd point! whilst from
H [...] side his right a dagger drew, so well
The bold Hiberman play'd the steel, he sheath'd
I [...] in his cruel heart! and spurn'd the vanquin'd
Savage to the ground!
Sea Off.

You fil [...] my mind with pleasing wonder!

Cal [...]. Chief.
I tell you nought but truth; and more can add,
How French artillery on Peyton play'd,
Thund'ring applause, and roaring loud acclaim!
What further happen'd you already know.
Sea Off.
But think you not we made a fierce attack
Upon the French?
Ca [...]d. Chief.
We did indeed—and a horrid
Scene it was!
The be [...]owing engine of the skies began
To growl! o'er the summit of the hill a
[...]omy horror lowr'd! and [...]own the clouds pour'd
Their liquid torrents, and sheets of surph'rous
[Page 50]Flame; a prelude to that storm, which from the
French camp seen after roar'd in pond'rous showr's
Of l [...]d! High over-head th' aethereal
Frapors broke; against our front the Gallic
Artificial thunder roll'd! [...]on ev'ry
S [...]e our friendly infantry, and cannon,
Help'd to make the rattling concert up!
(Cel [...]ial and terrestrial lightning mix'd.)
The French artillery, and small arms, swept
Whole platoons away, and cut wide lanes of
C [...]rnage! among the landing troops and boats,
In [...]ming show'rs, the countless bombs came down,
And in displosion made promiscous havoc?
So that th [...]o' floods of flame, and deluges
O: death, our men rush'd on to battle!
Sea. Off.
And did like men full well acquit themselves:
As well they might, when they had such a bright
Example set by Monckton, Wolfe and Townshend,
To ro [...]se a noble emulation in
Their souls; and their diff'rent corps were headed
By many other leaders brave, old in
Renown, and well accustom'd to look death
And danger in the face.
C [...]l [...]d. Chief.
We made the attack to let the French­men see
We tear'd not death in any form, but might
As well have thought of plucking mountains up
[...] the roots, as of dragging Mootcalm and
[...] per force, against their wills, out of
[...] subterraneous caverns, or else, to
[...] more proper, from their lofty furrow'd
P [...]ices of the rocks, for trench on
T [...]ch rose, dreadfully beyond each other,
And made a terrible gradation
In the [...], as if they meant to sleep with
Clouds for curtains to their deep entrenchments,
And doubted the common surface of the
Gl [...]be too low for safety.
[...] Off.
Our Gen'rals, at the disappointment, seem
[Page 51]Chag [...]in'd, but undismay'd, and wait with fierce
Impatience for an opportunity▪
To wipe the mem'ry of this foil away;
When, as the sun blazes from an eclipse,
They may rise more terrible in a storm
Of vengeance, from this disaster, run their
Gloomy courses and set in Gallic blood.
I understand, as soon as possible,
They are resolved to storm the town, or force
Them to a battle distant from their trenches.
Caled. Chief.
These are the leaders for me, and these our
Country will revere.
Like the well-fed stallion in the stall, when
He scents the female, at th' alarm of war,
Their active souls grow restive; disdain the
Bounds by nature circumscrib'd, wou'd break the
Stubborn dam, and thro' the battle wing their
Way, to wed dame honour in the bloody field.
We came not here to sleep our time away,
And then return, and then tell our friends we saw
Quebec and Montcalm's camp, from Levi's Point,
Made one attempt (which, like a flash of powder,
Vanish'd into smoke) and then grew tir'd of the siege.
Looking on his watch:
Let us be gone, our duty calls, and that
Shou'd never be neglected by a soldier,
But especially on hostile ground.
Exeunt

SCENE VI.

POINT LEVI. WOLFE, LEONATUS, BRITANNICUS and two CALEDONIAN CHIEFS, sitting in a Tent.
Wolfe, [with a letter in his hand, speaking and looking, as if partly reading the letter.]
Gentlemen;
From our worthy brother Amherst comes this
Advice; that as the distance 'twixt us is
So wide, and Montreal well garrison'd,
Dams up the road thro' which he needs must march,
[Page 52]And with his [...]ow'r unaided, force a pass
Thro' then e [...]trenc [...]men [...], amb [...]c [...]s, defiles,
And deep morrasses, most clam [...]er rec [...] an [...]
H [...]l [...] ▪ and thro' whose forre [...]'s [...]ew, be [...]et with
Savage nations, and French troops▪ p [...]sses'd of
Most advantageous po [...]ts; being well assur'd,
He of necessi [...]y must sight thro' a [...]l
The co [...]gr [...]gated force of Canada.
[...]er he can effect a ju [...]cti [...]n with us;
He therefore thinks it necessary to
Inform us, 'twill be full la [...]e before he
Comes, if he arrives at all; especially
When he considers, how necessary
His presence is, where he now remains with
All his forces: He therefore recommends
Us to the care of Providence, trusting
In the goodness of our cause, and concludes
With strong assurance, he will join us if
'Tis practicable.
Cal Ch.
If Sir Jeffery Amerst cannot join
Us with those gallant troops he leads (which we
Indeed cou'd wish) let us not waste the short
L [...]'d season in fruitless wishes, and a
Distant war, or grieve because the French by
U [...] are not out-number' [...]; but let us, as
Has [...] been hinted, by some means gain
The Height of Abraham, and in Montcalm's
Sight invert their walls; no doubt' will [...]o [...]ze the
Frenchm [...]n to a battle; and when the [...] shall
Advance to fight, we w [...]l upon ourselves
R [...]ly; and in our front shall march stern fate!
Sostain'd on either wing by gloomy terror!
Intrepidity shall head the main corps!
And bold resolution shall bring up the
Rear, and [...] us in the stead of numbers.
Britann.
[...] Gen'ral Amherst join us not, yet he
Will be of service to us, shou'd w [...] be
Still compell'd to carry on the Siege by
[Page 53] [...]: He keeps in awe the inland
I [...] around, and is a crub on each sort,
[...] settlement the French have
[...] the center of their [...]
[...], and like a couchant lion
[...] path, fi [...]rcely waits to leap upon
[...], should they e'er dare attempt to join,
[...] ou [...]real seems terri [...]y'd but at
T [...]e tumour of his [...]ear approach, from whence
We may expect they wil [...] no force
Against us — But I'm fo [...] speedy work, and
Gal [...]ant actions. well becoming Englishmen.
2. Ca [...]. Ch.
[...]et us strike some noble blow, and make an
Attempt w [...]rthy of ourselves, before a
Sickness seize▪ on our camp, or sluggish
Inactivity benumbs the spirits
O [...] our men.
Leonatus.
Tho' brave and experienced the Gallic
Commanders; veteran and more num'rous
Their forces, with all the advantages
On their side, of art and nature; such are
The office [...]s we have with us, and such
The sev'ral corps they lead, on them I
Ground my eager hopes of victory, and
[...] to hazard all a soldier can hold
Most dear, both [...] and h [...]nour, on equal
[...]ooting, in a close engagement with our
Enemies.
Wolfe, &c. ris [...]ng.
Wolfe.
Gentlemen!
I [...]eel a mighty pleasure in my mind,
To see the forward dispositions of
Your souls, Which I oftimes in our other
Leaders have observ'd likewise, nor do the
Soldiers seem to want th' ingredient
Necessary for my plan —
This day I'll call a council, wherein I
Will propose (and doubt not but 'twill meet the
Wish'd-for approbation) that our army
[Page 54]Be e'er night embark'd in boats, with ev'ry
Necessary disp [...]sition for a
Battle, which boats shall row some miles beyond
Quebec, upon the tide, and when that tide
Returns, then wrapt in silence, and the gloom
Of friendly night, we'll gently downward glide
Upon the stream, and at the foot of that
Rough precipice, whose top communicates
With Abraham's Height, we'll land unseen, and
Up the stony steep we'll climb, 'till we have
Gaind the level summit, and when Aurora
Ushers o'er the hills the car of day, all
Rang'd in order firm, and dread array of
War, we'll shout her such a welcome, as shall
Make Quebec's rocky base to tremble! and
Wake each Frenchman out of his lethargic
Dream of vain security!
Leonatus.
This project suits my disposition well [...]
Methinks I can already see both fronts
In battle join'd; and every soldier
Pressing onward to the goal of glory!
Now their white ensigns beaten down, are all
Bestain'd with Gallic gore, and wear a purple
Dye!
[recollecting himself]
the thought transported me.
But here upon my sword
[drawing]
I swear
[kissing it]
I from
That field will ne'er return, till victory
Is ours, or I'm born off with bleeding marks
Of honour.—
Britannicus.
And on my sword
[drawing his sword]
I swear
[kissing it]
with heart resolv'd,
And resolution firm to struggle for
The palm of victory, and if we fail,
I'll not think life worth care, to save it by
A forc'd retreat.
First Caledonian Chief,
[drawing his sword.]
By this good [...]ade I swear
[kissing hi [...] sword]
which never prov'd
Unfaithful to my arm, nor fail'd me in
[Page 55]The greatest need; I'll put it once more to
The noblest test, and thro' the thickest ranks
Of Gauls, will hew my way victorious,
And make it blaze a bright example to
My corps, or fall that day, to be enroll'd
In future annals, among the worthy
Warriors slain on Abraham's Height.
Second Caledonian Chief,
[drawing his sword]
I kiss
[kissing his sword]
this burnish'd steel, in token of
My great reverence for a soldier's name;
And promise by my hope of future fame
In war, to make the foes of Britain feel
Its mortal weight; duty nerves my willing
Arm, and honour gives the blade an edge; with
This I'll strive to rouze my troops to action,
And at the head of my battalion rush
Towards Quebec, leauing to conquest: But
If retain'd at bay, by groves of bay'nets,
And show'rs of s [...]ot, we bear not down the thick
Obstructing ranks of Frenchmen, retreat we'll
Scorn, deal death for death; and make them (as at
Fontenoy) purchase mournful victory.
Wolfe.
[drawing his sword]
Mine be the task to rati­fy the whole:
I likewise swear
[kissing his sword]
upon my sword, I'll [...]
For conquest in the face of danger;
If human resolution can effect
The same, vict'ry shall be ours: we'll ravish
Her my friends to morrow! for if she's shy,
And seems about to quit us, we'll summon
All our manly strength, and fortitude of
Soul, arrest her forward steps, and pluck her
Back again; at least we can do this, earn
Honourable deaths, and fall amidst a
Monumental pile of glory, which we
Ourselves whilst living rais'd around us! and
Sampson like, drag with us to the grave who [...]e
Cohorts of our foes!
[Page 56]For vanquish'd, I will never more return.
Mon [...]calm! I come, arm'd with angry Britain's
Vengeance, to scourge European scalpers,
And Canadian savages, and stand
Thy rival in the fierc [...]st shock of battle!
Exeunt omnes.
THE END OF ACT IV.

ACT V.

SCENE I.

MONTMORENCI, the FRENCH CAMP. MONTCALM and LEVI.
MONTCALM.
I'VE just receiv'd intelligence, that all
The English army is embark'd in boats,
And one division is already swiftly
Row'd beyond Quebec; the rest by all their
Motions, seem inclin'd to follow them.
Levi.
Then doubtless they'll attempt to land so near
As possible;
Shou'd we not, Sir, endeavour to oppose
And repel them, or give them a baneful
Welcome?
Montcalm.
Of that I've taken care.—
I've order'd Monsieur Bougainville
To draw out two thousand from the camp, and
Watch their motions: He marches this way,
And will soon be here for orders.
French drums beat a march.
He comes with hasty steps and pleasure in his looks.
Enter Bougainville, addressing himself to Montcalm.
Sir, your orders are obey'd:
I've march'd two thousand from the camp, men well
Resolv'd and ea [...]er to per [...]orm the duty you impose.
Montcalm.
'Tis well Sir;—
May they answer ou [...] b [...]st expectations.
Proceed you now, and lead these men to the
[Page 57]Banks of the river, and wait in ambush
For the landing of the British troops, and
Choose your posts as time and circumstances
Will permit, to the best advantage.
As they row up the river, be sure you
Upward march likewise; whene'er they stop, then
Halt; if they fall down the stream, retreat with
Them, that in ev'ry sh [...]pe (like their evil
Genius) you may keep pace with them; and on
Their debarkation, be ready boldly
To receive them, in a show'r of leaden
Vengeance, wing'd with flame.
Bougainv [...]lle.
Be not afraid Sir, but we'll receive them
As we ought; for tho' they land, cloth'd in all
The terrors their boasted dreadful triple
Union can assume, I doubt not but we
Shall bring back with us, a good account of
These few aud [...]cious Britons.
Going.
Montcalm.
But mark me well, Sir, should they down­ward bend
Their course, and row as if they meant to reach
Quebec, or L [...]vi's Point again, then
Dispatch me word imm [...]diately, and with
Your main corps follow the messenger to
The camp, with all the speed you can.
Exit Bougainville bowing. French troops beat a ma [...].
Levi.
Think you, Sir, Monsieur de Bougai [...]ville
Has troops enough with him, to repeal all
The British forces, should they attempt to land?
Montcalm.
All things together weigh'd▪ I think he has▪
He and his corps h [...]ve often trod the ground,
And in the darkest night can measure out
Its distance well: No thought of am [...]ush can
Alarm them, they tread on friendly ground, and
Are you know sustain'd by savages, tra [...]n'd
Up to night adventures, and to lurkin [...] fights:
These Britons ne'er saw the ground, but at a
Distant view; and when they land, will tread at
[Page 58]Each uncertain step a hostile shore, and
Must come on in dread of pitf [...]lls, breast works,
Entrenchments, batteries, and ambuscades;
And when they shall receive the fire from our
Two thousand, their own fears, and the horrors
Of the night (full of black uncertainty)
Will multiply them to ten thousand strong.
Levi.
From which I may presume you wou'd infer,
They'll soon retreat back to their boats, or fall
A daring sacrifice, by a brik fire,
Kept up by our troops and friendly Indians.
Montcalm.
I do infer no less:—
Yet policy suggests I shou'd not march
The main body thither, least they evade
Us, and in the night [...]ing, make good
Their landing at Montmorenci, and seize
Upon our camp untenable by few.
You've not forgot the fierce attack they made
On all our troops, in their first bold attempt.
And this I have t' observe, shou'd Bougainville
Be put to rout by rage unparallel'd,
And their rough impetuous charge, they know
Each avenue and path, and safely can
Retreat, whilst we to sustain them march out
With all our force, oppose rage to rage, check
The furious ardor of their souls, and from
Their weary troops, ravish with ease th' infant
Victory.
Levi.

I'm satisfy'd, and cannot doubt success.

Montcalm.
Let us to the camp repair, and put all
In order for an attack upon us,
Or an evacuation; these Britons
Are not to be despis'd: they surely are,
I fear, meditating some grand design.
The gath'ring storm must e'er long fall somewhere;
And on that dubious hour the Gallic
Honour, Cana [...]ia's well, our own bright fame,
Britannia's enterprize, and Wolfe's rising
Glory hangs.
[Page 59]Whene'er it falls, I'll face the low'ring storm,
Let death put on th' most tremendous form;
With Wolfe I'll grapple for the laurel crown,
Tho' mighty fate against my purpose frown:
Yet if I fall, in death, 'tis some relief,
Britons were foes I fought, and wond'rous Wolfe their Chief!
[A woody scene, as if on the top of a bill, or precipice; and as near to the scene as possib [...]e, to make room for the more ample scene of the Height of Abraham soon After.]
[Colonel behind the scenes.]
Advance briskly on them, my brave fellows!
Climb that precipice, and close with the enemy!
A discharge of small arms and a shout. Enter several French soldiers retreating before an English Councel, at the head of some [...]ight infantry: As they run across the stage, scene draws, and discovers a larger view of the Height of Abraham.

SCENE II.

The HEIGHT of ABRAHAM: WOLFE, LEONATUS, and BRITANNICUS, at the head of the troops; they all shout.
WOLFE.
At length we've gain'd an ample sooting on
This Height of Abraham (to which my soul
With ardent wish hath long aspir'd) and are
Advanc'd upon the glorious edge of battle.
I will not ask my gallant soldiers, if
You're ready; th' al [...]crity with which you
Have explor'd the gloomy winding of this
Ascent, and the brisk manner in which you
Clamber'd up, surmounting all obstacles,
Declare to me with greater certainty
Than words, you're ready.
Britannicus.
Each low'ring brow declares the reso­lutions
Of their hearts, and indicates th' heroic
Workings of their souls; in every face
I read a warm imp [...]tience for th' onset
As if they'd say, why stand we here in cool
[Page 60]Deliberation? Let us to closest
Fight advance, our foes may see us frown, and
Mark each litted arm descending with the
Mortal blow, that we may hew thro' the front
Of their battle, and trample down their rear.
Leonatus.
Who falls this day, may well be deem'd great in
His death; and worthy of a British Patrio's name!
How much our absent and worthy friends of
Freedom will envy us each gloriou [...] wound we feel!
Wolfe.
Oh! wh [...] a beaming blaze of victory,
Love and never d [...]ng fame, will crown each
R [...]ch survivor' [...] head! who helps this day to
Rout the num'rous French, and scourge their scalping
Friends, (those bands of human brutes,) back to their
Lurking, [...]ns and native wilds again!
Now beat our drums, and sound each instrument
Of war, whilst we march onward to the field
Of fame.
[Drums beat, instruments sound.]
Exeunt, beating a march.

SCENE III.

Scene draws, and discovers MONTCALM sitting in his Tent.
Enter LEVI.
Levi.
Sir, there's a rumour in our camp, that all
Th' English troops are ranging on the Height of
Abraham, if so, we may soon expect them here.
Montcalm.
It cannot be!—wou'd they dare attempt it?
They cannot have eluded Bougainville's
Caution!—He has not inadvertantly
Let them pass; and surely all our out-guards,
And centinels, have not been wrapt in one
Fatal delusion, all conspiring to
Reta [...]d a timely notice of their landing.
Perhaps a desperate few have straggled
Thither, in order to amuse our troops,
[...] [...]ike an unexpected blow:
Draw out a small detachment from the camp
Aga [...]t them.
Levi.
[Page 61]
Nay, had they ev'ry man they've brought against
Q [...]ebec on Abraham's freight, I shou'd esteem
It out the forlorn hope of Britain.
Montcalm.
Let my orders be executed, and
Bring me word immediately how matters go.
Exit Levi.
Montcalm solus.
If all their troops are there, they'll gives us work
Enough his day to drive them thence, and prove,
I fear, a dear bought victory to France.
Re-enter LEVI, in more haste.
Sir! I fear it will require our u [...]most
Efforts to repel the storm which threatens
Us! There's scarce a man of all the English
T [...]oops, but now treads Abraham's Height! with head long
Rage t [...]ey stumbled up the prec [...]pice! and
With Herculean fury, their bombardiers,
And sailors, d [...]ag up th' arti [...]lery, and
With their light arm'd infantry, in equal
Pace they roll the brazen thunder onward!
They have already taken possession
Of the forts which guarded the ascent, and
Turn'd the guns upon our flying parties,
Who as they mingle with our forces, in
The out lines of our camp, spread terror.
Montcalm rising, [...]na crawing his sword.
Then now 'tis time to rouze, and stir ourselves!
Let the crums beat to arms! and call forth all
The pow'r within our camp; we'll onward march
To meet them; and before our walls, in presence
Of our friends, shall both our battles close.
Exit Levi.
Montcalm solus.
These Britons will compel us to hazard
All on e [...]ual footing on the plain, or
Force us tamely to sit down entre [...]ch'd and,
See Quebec by them beleaguer'd; but e'er
They shall do that, death or victory, shall
Be mine.
This day the fates weigh Britain against Gaul;
[Page 62] Wolfe, thou must bleed, or flee, or I will nobly fall.
Exit.
[The French drums beat to arms.]

SCENE IV.

[Scene draws, MONTCALM and a FRENCH Officer at the head of his troops; the French drums beating a march.]
Montcalm.

Halt.

Enter LEVI.
Montcalm.
Are all our Indians dispos'd of to the
Best advantage?
Levi.
They are, Sir;—
And as fierce tigers from their covert, eye
Th' approaching kids and couchant lick their chaps,
Anticipating the delicious banquet;
They in their close ambush lurk, with furious
Expectation viewing the British troops,
Waiting for the welcome signal to fall
Upon their broken rear, or else pick up
The scatter'd remnant of their flying forces.
Montcalm.
Since they seem to like the chace so well, I
Hope we'll give them sport enough e'er long.
turning to the soldiers.
Now my brave countrymen, remember you
Are to fight in the cause of Lewis, the
Well-beloved of his people; you fight
Likewise your country's battle; and I may
Add, many of you here fight for wives, and
Children, and possessions; and if any thing
Can wake your dormant rage, and kindle up
A flame of valour in your souls, all these
Considerations can.
French Off.
Altho' their army's greatly thinn'd, and they
Can scarcely number full five thousand strong,
And we, (excluding all our savages,)
Can muster twice their tale, yet think not they
May be easily repell'd; altho' we
Have no room to doubt of victory, if
We behave like men of spirit, who have
Their country's good at heart, yet march into
[Page 63]The field forewarned thus, with courage firm,
Boldly prepar'd for the severest trial
Of your manhood, and meet resolutely.
Expecting th' impetuosity of their charge.
Montcalm.
If you'd acquit yourselves as soldiers shou'd,
Who wish their King and country well, and long
Have t [...]u [...]ed for an opportunity,
To slaunch your bleeding mother's wounds, and to
Retrieve her long lost honour; you must not
Think meanly of them, but call up all the man
Within your souls, and bravely blaze, absorb'd
In valour's fame!
Intrepidly resolv'd, and s [...]ilful, are
Their leaders, and commanders; rough, fierce and
Veteran, are their soldiers; and in their
Defeat, great w [...]'d be our fame!
Let us march to meet th [...]m.
Exeunt. drums beating a march: Scene cl [...]se [...].

SCENE V.

WOLFE, as the head of the troops; a march beating; and opposite, as from MONTCALM's camp, enter an [...]
Officer,
addressing himself to WOLFE.
Sir, I came from reconn [...]t [...]ing Montcalm's
Camp▪ where with all the haste they're masters of▪
They're arming, evacuating the tre [...]ches.
And forming on the plain; they seem inclin'd
To save us the trouble of forcing their
E [...]trenchments, and in a few minutes we may
Expect them here.
Wolfe, turning to the soldiers.
Now the completion of your wishes is
At hand! you no more shall pant for war, and
With impatience glow, chiding the ta [...]dy
Hours which roll'd inactively away,
Nor shall you ask indignantly again,
When shall we meet and rush upon our foes?
And battle with them, bay'net to bay'net,
Sword to sword, front to front, and man to man?
They all shout, and several call out.
[Page 64]Lead us on to glorious death▪ or victory!
To glorious death, or victory! lead us on!
An Officer advances from the rear.
W [...]lfe.
Is the artillery well advanc'd?
Offi [...]er.
They have already gain'd the rear,
And t'wixt the flanks of diff'rent corps, they are
A [...]vanci [...]g to the front with intrepid
[...], and ready to eject their mingled
Storm of le [...]d and iron, to deform the
[...] of war.
Wolfe.
When they have gain'd the front, (pregnant with fate)
Let our fulminating engines bellow
Britannia' salutation to the French;
'Midst which we will advance, careering in
The thunder storm.
Are all the corps dispos'd of as I order'd?
Officer.
Col'nel [...]owe, and his light infantry, are
Dra [...]n in a semicircle round our rear, and
Left fl [...]nk, and form an offensive moving
[...]ulwark against th' incu [...]ions of such foes,
A [...] may be lu [...]king in the adjacent coppie [...],
Where doubtless all their Indians sculk:
Ev'ry other officer, and corps, fill their
Stations in the field.
Wolfe.
Then we are ready for the onset:
Good Providence! be [...]rie [...]d us.
Officer.
Whilst taversing the field, from rank to rank,
I found a s [...]mpathetic resolution
Spread from man to man; each l [...]ader glowing
With an indignant noble emulation
For glory▪ ( [...]ith sparkling eyes, brimful of
Fierce delight, and steady countenance) strove
To animate his corps, who stood alert:
And when the drum [...] began to beat, join'd with
The sh [...]ill [...], when the brisk c [...]an [...]o [...]s of the
Tr [...]mpets echo'd thro' the ranks, and the deep
Thro [...]ed cannons roar'd a dread prelude to
[Page 65]The battle, their gen'rous souls [...]ilated
With a warlike p [...]ide! then ( [...]ke Jo [...]'s war-horse)
They bid adi [...]u to [...]ear, and with genuine
Freeborn ardor, eager for close action.
Join'd in loud concert with the m [...]rtial grand
Enliv'ning melody▪ sending [...]rth the [...]r
Wo [...]ted cheering shout [...] of exaltation!
Wolfe
[ [...] to the soldiers.]
In view, before us lies
the plenteous field
Of martial glory, in which this day we
A [...]e to reap, with honourable [...]oil, a
Matchles harvest of renown: Now is the
Time to serve our country well, to spread the
[...] our Sov'reign's name, and with a
[...] fl [...]me rush into battle.
Let glory warm our emulating hearts,
Like men in Britain's cause, to play our parts:
' [...] Mon [...]calm now, let us defiance roar,
And fate's untrodden path resolv'd explore:
And when the dre [...]d [...]u [...] conflict is begun,
Let each remember he's a Briton's son;
Each recoll [...]ct Great Britain's wholes [...]me laws,
Let each reflect he fights in freedom's caus [...];
Then glowing with the thoughts, we'll c [...]a [...]ge our foes;
Lighten like Jove, and deal our rivin [...] bl [...]ws.
[Scene c [...]ses, drums beat a short march on b [...]th sides then a point of war; a dischar [...]e of arti [...]lery and [...]ma [...]l arms, a shout of battle, and Indians yelling: Scene draws and discovers General Wolfe wounded [...]n the [...]; an Officer attending]
Officer.

You bleed, Sir.

Wolfe.

The ball graz'd my wrist.

Officer.

Shall a Surgeon be call'd to dress the wo [...]nd, Sir?

Wolfe.
Call no Surgeon to a woun [...] [...]o [...]ght as this.
[Taking out his han [...]kerchie [...], and w [...]apping it round his wrist]
We waste the precious moments! whi [...] all are
Upon the wing to honour! See, where the
[Page 66]Anstruthers and Caledonians, with a
Mutual emulaton, [...]ew thro' the thick
Obstructing ranks of Frenchmen; and as they
Li [...]t their burnish'd steel, they fling a transient
Gleam of terror round!
And see, where every other corps with
Bayonets fix'd▪ to close engagement throngs!
Let us my friend among'em speed, and in
Their front rush foremost to their goal of glory!
Exeunt, in haste.
[A shout of battle, Indians yelling.]
Scene draws. LEVI and a FRENCH OFFICER in disorder.
Levi.
The battle will be irretrievably
[...]st, without a sudden turn!
Gen'ral Montcalm, and others are wounded!
The wings give way! the main body is broke!
Officer.
The Indians faintly squall their horrid yell
Of onset! and in their thick abushment
Riveted agape, they gazing stand as
Thunderstruck!
Levi.
Heav'ns! that such a handful of men should work
So much confusion!
Run!
Rally the broken troops, and make them stand;
Whilst I head and spirit up the main corps,
'Till Bougainville's reinforcement arrives.
Exeunt severally, in haste.
[Montcalm brought in by two, his thighs wrapp'd up and bloody.]
Montcalm.
Each Englishman this day behaves, as if
He wore Medusa's head! with Gorgon frowns
They look some Frenchmen pale and stiff with horror!
Whilst with averted looks, others retreat
With a Mercurial speed!
1st. Soldier.
Where'er they face, our troops retreat;
Or else they pierce and hew a lane of caruage out.
2d. Soldier.
Our army dares as far as men can do:
But who can stand the charge of these
[Page 67]Impetuous Britons!
The day is the [...]s! Quebec must fall!
Montcalm.
And Canada is lost!—Alas my country▪
As the roaring thunder, on the rapid
Wings of keen lightn'ing, bursts resistless thro'
Th [...] sturdy oaken grove, scorches, and rives,
And lays its stubborn honours low, to the
Furious Britons break thro' our thickest c [...]ks!
And as a cold blight nips tender blossoms,
The fierce Wolfe blasts all the former honours
Of my life! he tears with greedy hand the
Fading laurels from my head! and [...]ises
Into glory, whilst in disgrace I set!
Bear me into Quebec.
Exeunt.
[Montcalm, as they go off. Canada shakes!—my country bleeds!—my honour's lost!]
Groans, ob—
Enter LEONATUS, supported by two soldiers, his [...]nd to his lu [...]gs.
Leonatus.
I'll fated bullet!—
In its rapid [...]light, I fear it pierc'd my
Lungs, and threatens painful dissolution.
If we gain the vict'ry, welcome death: my
Wound would plead with sanguin'd eloquence for fame▪
Looking back, as he looks back, a shout.
I must quit the field!
For tho' my spirit is resolv'd, yet the
Poignant torments, and expence of blood, roll
Cooling tremors to my heart, and weigh frail
Nature down.
Soildier.
Sir, as we pass'd the rear with you, I think
I saw General wolfe bearing of this
Way between [...]our.
Leonatus.
Cease the unwelcome tale!
That news pierc'd thro' my soul and from the [...]
Exhausted [...]ountain of my heart, roll'd a
Fresh purple stream of life!—yet still I'll hope.
Going off, and looking back.
[Page 68]Oh! Townshe [...]d!
What an harvest of immortal glory,
Wilt thou re [...]p [...]!
Exeunt.
[As they go of [...], [...] four soldiers, [...]earing General Wolfe▪ a [...] Officer attending]
Wolfe.
He [...]e let me [...]st awhile:—
M [...] wou [...]ds grow p [...]inful.—
Speaking to the Officer.
Pray tell me▪ Sir, how g [...]s the bat [...]?
For hearing is the chiefest sense I've left:
A ch [...]l [...]d m [...] of gloom hang [...] o'er my sight,
And seems to wrap me in a wak [...]ng dream.
Officer.
Firm as a r [...]ck am di [...]ne billows plac'd,
Our little army s [...]a [...]ds the [...] charge
Of their ten thousand ve [...]' [...]an tro [...]ps!
And at an awful trembling distance held,
The savage yelling ba [...]ds, (wi [...]h horror struck)
Howl out their rage against the gallant Howe,
And his small corp [...] of infantry, yet dare
Not come within t [...]e fascination of
Their eyes, nor me [...] t [...]e piercing terrors of their frowns!
Wolfe.
Di [...]c [...]n you this for certain?
Mock me no [...] I [...] with vain delusive
Hopes in my last moment.—
Officer▪ clapping his hand to his breast.
Upon my honour, Sir, I discern it well.
Wolfe.
Now [...]te re [...]a [...]d thy speed;
Oh death inexo [...]able! stop! stop thy da [...]t!
Already levell'd at my breast! that my
G [...]d soul may take its flight, amidst the shouts
Of my victoriou [...] countrymen!
Groans.
Officer.
Now fro [...]t to [...] they close and man to man
They [...] ▪ and urge the [...]e [...]ly arguments
Against each [...]thers to [...]asts! Pike [...], bayonets,
And h [...]b [...]rts meet and cl [...]sh together!
Others wi [...]h [...] c [...]ubb'd, engage,
And pound [...] opponents! and
All around the [...] deaths, in show'rs of
S [...]e [...] de [...]cend!
Wo [...]fe.
[Page 69]
I'll lay me back, and rest awhile,
Perhaps it is cooling tr [...]m [...]r may wear off.
[...] (sitting for that purpose) [...] and lies as dead.
[...]
The [...] backward seems to move!
A [...] colour [...] seem!
Near the [...] pale [...]ag [...] out [...] red ensigns wave!
And in conj [...]nction mortal, sp [...]ad the plain!
They [...] [...]code! and [...]ur [...] a [...] swift advance!
Our [...]ngs and main corps boldly cross their lines!
They've beaten down the [...]rislamme of France!
A [...]d row they trample it in Gallic gore!
And like a rapid inundation, they
Mix promiscous with the hostile ranks.
R [...]pe [...]ing the impetuous torrent of
The foes, go [...]ging voracious death with whole
Platoons!—
Surely towards Quebec our forces rush!
And all their vet'ran thousand, quick retreat!
Oh now they scatter!—now they f [...]ee full speed!—
Victory!—Victory!—by heav'ns they run!
A shout of victory, and Indians yelling.
[Wolfe raising himself in haste.]
Who runs?—that sound recall'd me into life!—
Surely my scarlets Britons do not run!—
Now I'm well!—bear me into the battle!—
A [...]i [...]n the greatest [...]out there set me down!
My soldiers will not leave me!
The glorious tumult of the war, has charms
To [...]ay my stre [...]ing soul some short moments!
And the bright implements of death shall give
New day to my benighted eyes, and light
[...]e where to snatch at victory with my dying grasp!
Officer.
Your fears are needless, Sir:
For in a total rout the foe is fled:
Your sold [...]ers chace them headlong to their walls!
They [...]ll! run down! and take at pleasure! and
Never was victory more compleat!
Wol [...]e.
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My g [...]or [...]'s race is run!—my county's serv'd!
Quebec is conq [...]r'd —Great G [...]orge is victor!—
I wish no mo [...]e; and [...]m comp [...]ea [...]ely sat [...]sfy'd.
Dies.
S [...]e [...]e ch [...]n [...]es to LOND [...]N. SOPHR [...]NIA's House:
Enter S [...]PHRONIA, and a GENTLEMAN.
Gentleman.
Madam there's a report in town, Quebec
Is taken.
Sophronia.
How comes the news?
I might expect to have heard as soon as
Any: Heav'n grant all is well.—
Gent.
I hear there is an expres [...] arriv'd to
His Majesty.
Soph.
An express arriv'd!
[sighing]
and is it possible
My son can have forgotten me!—m [...] heart
Forbodes all is not well with him—
[sighing]
know you
The particulars?
[flutter' [...]]
Gent.
Madam, I could not obtain a knowledge
Of them.
Soph.
That was unkind indeed not to enquire;
The friendship that has so long time subsisted
Between you, and all the fond endearments
Of your youth together, methinks shou'd have
Prompted you to gain a recital from
The messenger, of all concern'd my son.
I shou'd have had a thousand fond queries,
And dwelt with rapture on his bravery,
List'ning with delight to the melodious
Tale of honour.
Gent.

Too much I know.

Aside.
To her.
I have enquir'd, but could not get the whole
Intelligence.
Sophronia aside.
His solemn looks, like to black gath'ring clouds
Preceding a thunder storm, seem to me
The dismal harbingers, to warn me of
Th' approaching storm of grief!
To him.
Learnt you any thing, Sir!
[eagerly.]
Oh! tell me, tell me!
[sighing]
Gent.
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I learnt your son gave the Frenchmen battle
Before Quebec, in which he sev'ral wounds
Receiv'd, but still rush'd fearless onward to
The goal of glory, heaping new honours
Upon those already gain'd, and at length
Obtain'd the hard disputed victory:
The dubious conflict en [...]ed, Quebec fell
To the conquerors.
Soph.
Alas! there's more to follow;—and I fear
This great encomium on his valour,
Is like an opiate that's given to a
Patient, to lull him to repose; but when
The dormiant draught is evapourated,
And the gentle slumber wears away, he
Awakes in torments exquisite again.
Forgetting the short respite of his woe.
Wounded you said! and slain I fear—
[weeping]
cou'd be
Not write to me?
Gent.
His wrist was broken, Madam▪
Soph.
He had a tongue!—
[sighing]
His secretary then
Cou'd write.—
Aside.
He makes such vain evasions, surely my
My son is lost—
[weeping.]
To him.
Will you go in and stay dinner with us?
Let me know the wo [...], I beg Sir,—for this
Anxiety is insufferable!—
Exeunt.
SOPHIA sola, in SOPHRONIA's Parlour.
Enter to her a servant.
Madam, my mistress will wait on you immediately.
Exit.
Sophia sola.
A gloom hangs on the countenance of all
I meet here, and with a fatal presage
Fills my soul.—Be still my heart,—nor pine at
The decrees of fa [...]e: Now summon all thy
Resolution, to hear th' unwelcome tale,
From whence to date the aera of thy grief.
Enter SOPHRONIA.
Sophia.
Madam I took the liberty to wait
[Page 72]On you, in hopes of having the pleasure
To wi [...]h you joy of your good news from Quebec.
Soph.
I'm oblig'd [...]'ve M [...]dam, for this freindly
Visit.—but have no room to hope for joy.
[Sophia▪ aside]
Has she no room to hope for joy!—then what
Have I to fear!
[sighing]
To her.

Pray, Madam, what intelligence arriv'd?

Soph.
I have not seen the Gentleman who brought
Th' express, nor received a letter, but I
Have great reason to guess by what I've heard,
Cou'd the lofty sounding name of honour
Give a mournful parent any joy, from
The gallant expl [...]its of my son, perhaps
I might some pleasure feel, and boast he fell
A British Patriot.
Sophia.
Is he then sl [...]in!—Ah me!—
And was my happines [...] so fleeting!
Soph.
If your happiness, Madam▪ is center'd
In my son, fleeting it may be; for I
Fear he is no more.
[weeps.]
S [...]ph.
Then farewel all the goodly treasure of
Felicity, which my fond soul had in
Expectation hoarded up.—Oh how oft
In fancy had I been clasp'd within my
Hero's arms! and dwelt with vast pleasure on
His tales of danger; whilst my list'ning ears
Methought, were sweetly ravish'd with the loud
Exulting shouts of his glade countrymen,
And friends: to welcome him victorious to
His native shore!—But now sad reverse
Of fortune threatens me—
[weeps.]
Enter a GENTLEMAN, addressing SOPHRONIA.
Madam, here's a Gentleman Officer
Without, from Quebec, desires to speak with you.
Soph.
Be pleas'd, Sir, to introduce him.
Exit Gentl.
A palpa [...]a [...]ion seizes on my heart!
A cold tr [...]mor r [...]ns thro' ev'ry vein; the
[Page 73]Direful agitation both of soul and
Body, boarders on a fo [...]d delirium.
Oh what tender anguish! what racking woe,
Unspeakable, careful tim'rous mothers
Feel for their dear offspring! Children of their
Youth; and sweet pledges of connubial love!
Enter OFFICER and the GENTLEMAN.
Officer to Sophronia
[hearing and looking serious]

Madam▪ I am from Quebec.

Soph.

So I learn, Sir▪—Is all well there?

eagerly,
Officer.
[as [...]]

She must know it.

To her.
Madam▪ your son is co [...]q'ror; he has gain'd.
Universal love, esteem, and never
Dying fame!
Sophia
[aside]
That welcome sound wou'd almost lift my soul
To heav'n, did not his gloomy countenance
Fill it with c [...]bious fears and clog its flight.
Soph
But does he live?—Shall I again in these
Fo [...]d arms infold the staff of my age; and
To my bosom press the darling of my
Soul; bedew his manly cheeks with tears of
Joy; and listen with a parent's pleasure,
Whilst be recounts his wounds, his dangers and
His b [...]ttles?—But oh! I tear such joy is
Not in s [...]ore for me—
[weeps.]
Sophia.
aside, weeping
My sad soul can sympathize with her's in
Silent sorrow.
Gent.
I've this to add, before the battle clos'd,
Your son was wounded in the breas [...], and
Carried from the line.
Soph.
[weeping]
Too true my fears are come to pass: Go on.
Sir; for I am prepar'd to hear the worst.
Sophia.
[aside, weeping.]

My throbbing heart antici­pates his tale.

Office [...].
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The wound he then receiv'd was dangerous,
And your son is—
Soph.
[has [...]]

Oh, say not he i [...] dead!—

Officer.

Madam he is —and nati [...]n [...] mourn his fall.

[Sophronia faints, and a [...]ls into the arms of the Gentle­man, who sets her in a [...], placed the [...]e for [...]h [...]t purpose. Sophia seeming [...]y regardless of the whole, and [...] in dumb sorrow.]
Gent.

Who waits there!

Enter a woman servant to assist.
Soph.
[ [...]ecovering after a short time]
Cruel generosity!
Oh! Why by your offi [...]ious ca [...]e have you
Awaken'd me from the sweet delusion?
My soul was on the wing into the world
Of spirits blest, to meet and hold in an
[...]ternal clasp, his much lov'd filia [...] sh [...]de.
Sophia.
The ball which took his l [...]fe, consign'd my heart
To woe.
Officer to Sophia.
To say you shou'd not grieve for such a loss,
Wou'd be to cha [...]ge all nature's order.
To Sophronia.
Not to sympathize with you, Madam, wou'd
Indicate a most unfeeling soul: Your
[...] wa [...] all a son [...] mother cou'd desire,
Or a tender virgin wi [...]h.—Yet in the
[...]ying v [...]ctor's fall, th [...]re's consolation.
Beyond the common rank of men his name
Shall live, and in Britannia's patriot
L [...]t, [...]ha [...]l sh [...]ne with a superior blaze: He
Nobly dy'd! And as he for his country
[...]ell, he left you [...]ull of honourable
Gri [...]f▪ array'd with solemn dignity of
Gl [...]rious woe.
[Turning to the audience.]
[Page 75]Shou'd France again Europe in broi's engage,
And dare to rouz [...] the dormant lion's rage;
Methinks I see your souls around me glow
With flame indignant, 'gainst [...]h' infidious foe!
Like sons of freedom to maintain your cause,
Nobly to save wives, children, I n [...]s and [...]aws,
To glory's goal what B [...]i [...]on wou'd not fly!
To fall like Wolfe, who wou'd not [...]ish to die!
Who wou'd not fight the treaty breaking G [...]ul▪
When George, and liberty, and martial honour call!
FINIS.

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