. The seats of the mighty; being the memoirs of Captain Robert Moray, sometime an officer in the Virginia regiment, and afterwards of Amherst's regiment. o feed the British camps with men andmunitions. There were no French ships in sight—onlytwo old hulks with guns in the mouth of the St. CharlesRiver, to protect the road to the palace gate—that is, thegate at the Intendance. It was all there before me, the investment of Quebec,for which I had prayed and waited seven long years. All at once, on a lull in the fighting which had lasted ,twenty-four hours, the heavy batteries from the Levisshore
. The seats of the mighty; being the memoirs of Captain Robert Moray, sometime an officer in the Virginia regiment, and afterwards of Amherst's regiment. o feed the British camps with men andmunitions. There were no French ships in sight—onlytwo old hulks with guns in the mouth of the St. CharlesRiver, to protect the road to the palace gate—that is, thegate at the Intendance. It was all there before me, the investment of Quebec,for which I had prayed and waited seven long years. All at once, on a lull in the fighting which had lasted ,twenty-four hours, the heavy batteries from the Levisshore opened upon the town, emptying therein the fatalfuel. Mixed feelings possessed me. I had at first listenedto Clarks delighted imprecations and devilish praises witha feeling of brag almost akin to his own—that was thesoldier and the Briton in me. But all at once the man,the lover, and the husband spoke: my wife was in thatbeleaguered town under that monstrous shower ! She hadsaid that she would never leave it till I came to fetch might she not be dead—or, if living, immured in a. convent ? For I knew well that our marriage must be-.
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