"Farewell, sweet Mistress Corinne; may you come safely through all perils by land and water.

Your brave spirit will carry you well through life's troubled sea, I think." She smiled, and stepped into the boat.

Then suddenly turning and waving her hand, she said: "I will tell you one thing which my uncle has said.

Whether he will be a true prophet or no I cannot tell.

His words are these, and they were spoken to M.de Montcalm: 'You are safe now, for England is governed by an imbecile--the Duke of Newcastle--a minister without parts, understanding, or courage.