Pietas in patriam the life of His Excellency Sir William Phips, Knt. late Captain…

So that the whole English Army, expressing as much Resolution as was in Caesar's Army, when they first landed on Britain, in spite of all opposition from the Inhabitants, marched on until it was dark, having first killed many of the French, with the loss of but four Men of their own; and frighted about seven or eight Hundred more of the French from an Ambuscado, where they lay ready to fall upon them. But some thought, that by staying in the Valley, they took the way never to get over the Hill: And yet for them to stay where they were, till the smaller Vessels came up the River, before them, so far ⟨p. 39⟩as by their Guns to secure the Passage of the Army, in their getting over, was what the Council of War had ordered. But the Violence of the Weather, with the General's being sooner plunged into the heat of Action than was intended, hindered the smaller Vessels from attending that Order. And this Evening, a French Deserter coming to them, assured them, that Nine Hundred Men were on their March from Quebec to meet them, already passed a little Rivulet that lay at the end of the City, but seeing them Land so suddenly, and so valiantly run down those that first Encountered them, they had Retreated: Nevertheless, That Count Frontenac was come down to Quebec, with no fewer than Thirty Hundred Men to defend the City, having left but fifty Soldiers to defend Mount Real, because they had understood, that the English Army on that side, were gone back to Albany. Notwithstanding this dispiriting Information, the common Soldiers did with much vehemency Beg and Pray, that they might be Led on, professing, that they had rather lose their Lives on the spot, than fail of taking the City; but the more wary Commanders, considered how rash a thing it would be, for about Fourteen Hundred Raw Men, tired with a long Voyage, to assault more than Twice as many Expert Soldiers, who were Galli in suo sterquilinio, or Cocks Crowing on their own Dunghill. They were, in truth, now gotten into the grievous Case, which Livy describes, when he says, Ibi grave est Bellum gerere, ubi non consistendi aut procedendi locus; quocunque aspexeris Hostilia sunt omnia; Look on one side or 'tother, all was full of Hostile Difficulties.

So that the whole English Army, expressing as much Resolution as was in Caesar's Army, when they first landed on Britai•, in spight of all opposition from the Inhabitants, marched on until it was dark, having first killed many of the French, with the loss of but four Men of their own; and frighted about seven or eight Hundred more of the French from an Ambuscado, where they lay ready to fall upon them. But some thought, that by staying in the Valley, they took the way never to get over the Hill: And yet for them to stay where they were, till the smaller Vessels came up the River, before them, so far