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tlie cloisters: you remember how the Dims responded from behind the 

 screen of their own chapel at the funeral of Montcalm. Enter alone, with 

 the essential genius loci — half sacred and half secular — full upon 

 YOU. Three stone walls are your house of defence against an intrusive 

 world. The fourth is as physically firm as the rest; but, by every appeal 

 01 altar, arch and pillar and aspiring height, it lifts you above all mere 

 mortality and the flux of living pettiness. Look round you now. The 

 sacred pictures glow with the inspiration of self-sacrifice in the cause of 

 God. Some are themselves the tokens of daring devotion, having been 

 saved from the fury of the French devolution by a former chaplain at 

 tlie risk of his life. A jewelled corona hangs from the ceiling by long 

 silver chains. ^Yithin it burns a perpetual ex voto flame, to remind all 

 time how hmiian love and heavenly were blent there long ago, in the 

 parted lives of IVfarie Madeleine de Eepentigny and her dead affianced hero. 

 And, facing each other from the two side walls, not forty feet asunder, 

 {ire the grave of Montcalm and the pulpit from which Wolfe's funeral 

 sermon was delivered. This consecration of an entente cordiale dlionneur, 

 unique in history, is surely the fit reward of those two commanders whose 

 whole careei-s were a dedication to their countries' service. 



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" Quebec " is the ancient Indian name for the " Narrows'' of the 

 St. Lawrence, that mightiest of rivers, which has been the highway of 

 empire since Canadian history began. And at these " Narrows" the 

 Old World and the New, the past, the present and the future, still meet 

 and intermingle as they never have and never do elsewhere. A half-mile 

 from the convent the full flood tide of immigration is surging inland 

 to the future home of a great nation now in the strenuous making. ,But 

 no newcomer to this harbour of a hundred fleets can fail to notice the 

 sheer, grey Ciitadel, crowning the seaward summit of those Heiglits of 

 Abraham whose moving story lias so long been a paiit of universal fame. 

 Nor can anyone see this walled city, and let the eye dwell on Nature's 

 exceeding strength and beauty \nthin the va.st mountain ring of the 

 Laurentians, know these for the eldest of tlie everlasting hills, older 

 than the whole world beside, so immeaPura])ly old, indeed, that they 



