"You will start at once ?" "At once; and the abbe shall write." Upon the lofty bank of the St.Lawrence, at the Sault au Matelot, a tall figure clad in a cassock stood and watched the river below.

On the high cliff of Point Levis lights were showing, and fires burning as far off as the island of Orleans.

And in that sweet curve of shore, from the St.
Charles to Beauport, thousands of stars seemed shining.

Nearer still, from the heights, there was the same strange scintillation; the great promontory had a coronet of stars.

In the lower town there was like illumination, and out upon the river trailed long processions of light.
It was the feast of good Sainte Anne de Beaupre.