Nor were other forms of gaiety forgotten. Even a
Massachusetts Puritan could recommend a sermon for general
distribution in the camp because 'It will please your
whole army, as it shows them the way to gain by their
gallantry the hearts and affections of the Ladys.' And
even a city of the 'Great Awakening,' like Boston, could
produce a letter like the following:

I hope this will find you at Louisbourg with a bowl
of Punch, a Pipe, and a Pack of Cards, and whatever
else you desire. (I had forgot to mention a Pretty
French Madammoselle.) Your Friend Luke has lost several
Beaver Hatts already concerning the Expedition. He is
so very zealous about it that he has turned poor
Boutier out of his house for saying he believed you
wouldn't take the Place. Damn his Blood, says Luke,
let him be an Englishman or a Frenchman and not pretend
to be an Englishman when he is a Frenchman in his
Heart. If Drinking to your Success would take Cape
Britton you must be in possession of it now, for it's
a Standing Toast.

The day this letter was written in Boston, May 6, Warren
had already begun the regular blockade. Only a single
ship eluded him, an ably handled Basque, which stood in
and rounded to, under the walls of Louisbourg, after
running the gauntlet of the Royal Battery, on which the
French fired with all their might to keep its own fire
down. A second vessel was forced aground. Her captain