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the principalities of this wicked world : relics of Ignatius Loyola, 

 founder of the Jesuits who so often befriended the Ursulines; of the 

 "most lovable ^^ Saint Francis de Sales, of the gi'cat St. Augustine; of 

 the foundress of the Ursulines, St. Angela de Merici ; relics of all ages 

 and all countries, from the first century to the twentieth and from Canada 

 to China; and, shedding a diviner virtue on them all, genuine particles 

 of the Cross of Christ and of His Crown of Thorns. 



Will objects connected with Marie de l'Incarnation soon be num- 

 bered witli relics of the saints? You cannot help hoping that they will, 

 so eager are her followers in this just cause. Her tomb is already a 



shrine for nuns and pupils 



But here is something different, something to bring you back to 

 secular affairs, and waken memories of the heroes of world- 

 history. It is the skull of Montcalm, a gruesome relic of tliat 

 vivid personality. The chaplain keeps it in the same room as Father 

 Eesohe used during Wolfe's siege of Quebec. A curious link between a 

 changeful past and present was supplied by the life of Faither Daulé, 

 another chaplain, who was born at the end of the Seven Years' War and 

 died as France and England were about to send an allied army to the 

 Crimea. You wiU find a deeper and less mortuary interest in the historic 

 bid chapel. La Guerre est le Tombeau des Montcalm. At Bougainville's 

 request the French Academy had composed a Latin inscription for a 

 memorial tablet shortly after Montcalm's death; and Pitt had willingly 

 given permission to have it sent ont to Quebec and erected here. But 

 many delays occurred ; and this tablet was only unveiled on the hundreth 

 anniversary of the burial, at a service held with all the magnificent rites 

 of the Church which the hero loved so well. The elaborate inscription 

 recites Montcalm's titles to remembrance at full length. But it is little 

 more than a good official document beside the terse French epitaph which 

 Lord Aylmer, a British Governor-General, had inscribed on the grave 

 many years before. This noble tribute, from one soldier to another's fame, 

 will live so long as self-sacrificing loyalty is held in honour, and victors 

 and vanquished alike can appeal for equal justice to the God of Battles. 



HONNEUE A MOXTCALM ! 



Le Destin 



En lui dérobant la Victoire 



L'a recompensé 



Par une Mort glorieuse. 



No other spoit of equal size in the wliole New World touches the 

 heart of universal history so nearly as this old chapel. It is just beyond 



