The attempt upon Louisbourg had been abortive, owing to the tardiness of the English Admiral, of London the Governor out there, and the early storms which had obliged the fleet to retire even when it had mustered for the attack.
"It is shameful!" cried Wolfe with flashing eyes, as the news was made known; "England will become the laughingstock of the whole world! Fort Oswego lost, William Henry lost, and its garrison massacred! Louisbourg left to the French, without a blow being struck! Shame upon us! shame upon us! We should blush for our tardy procrastination.

But mark my word, this will be the last such blunder! Pitt will take the reins in his own grasp.

We shall see a change now." "I trust so," said Humphrey grimly; "it is time indeed.

I know what these attacks against Louisbourg will mean for those along the frontier--death, disaster, more Indian raids, less power of protection.

The Governor will draw off the levies which might come to their assistance for the work at Louisbourg.