The monument was designed by Major Young of the 97th Regiment.  To the top of the surbase is fourteen feet from the ground; on this rests a sarcophagus, seven feet three inches high, from which rises an obelisk forty-two feet eight inches in height, and the apex is two feet one inch.  The dimensions of the obelisk at the base are six feet by four feet eight inches.  A prize medal was adjudged to J.C.  Fisher, LL.D. for the following inscription on the sarcophagus:—­

Mortem virtus communem
Famam Historia
Monumentum Posteritas
Dedit.

On the surbase is an inscription from the pen of Dr. Mills, stating the fact of the erection of the monument at the expense of Lord Dalhousie, Governor of Lower Canada, to commemorate the death of Wolfe and Montcalm, Sept. 13 and 14, 1759.  Wolfe fell on the field; and Montcalm, who was wounded by the single gun in the possession of the English, died on the next day after the battle.] --------------------

The captain has just returned from the town.  He very kindly brought on board a basket of ripe apples for me, besides fresh meat, vegetables, bread, butter, and milk.  The deck is all bustle with custom-house officers, and men unloading a part of the ship’s freight, which consists chiefly of rum, brandy, sugar, and coals, for ballast.  We are to leave Quebec by five o’clock this evening.  The British America, a superb steam-vessel of three decks, takes us in tow as far as Montreal.  I must now say farewell.

LETTER III.

Departure from Quebec.—­Towed by a Steam-vessel.—­Fertility of the Country.—­Different Objects seen in sailing up the River.—­Arrival off Montreal.—­The Rapids.

Brig Laurel, St. Laurence, below Montreal,
August 17, 1832

IT was after sunset, and a glorious evening, when we left Quebec, which we did in company with a fine steam-vessel, whose decks and gallery were crowded with passengers of all descriptions.  A brave sight she was to look upon; ploughing the bright waters which foamed and sung beneath her paddles; while our brig, with her white sails, followed like a butterfly in her wake.  The heavens were glowing with the richest tints of rose and saffron, which were reflected below on the bosom of the river; and then came forth the stars, in the soft blue ether, more brilliant than ever I saw them at home, and this, I suppose, I may attribute to the superior purity of the atmosphere.  My husband said this evening resembled the sunsets of Italy.

Our voyage has proved a very pleasant one; the weather moderately warm, and the air quite clear.  We have within the last few days emerged from a cold, damp atmosphere, such as we often experience in Britain in the spring, to a delightful summer, moderated by light breezes from the river.