The end of this letter is in a lighter vein. But it is
no less characteristic: it is all about his dogs. 'You
are to have Flurry instead of Romp. The two puppies I
must desire you to keep a little longer. I can't part
with either of them, but must find good and secure quarters
for them as well as for my friend Caesar, who has great
merit and much good humour. I have given Sancho to Lord
Howe, so that I am reduced to two spaniels and one
pointer.' It is strange that in the many books about dogs
which mention the great men who have been fond of them
--and most great men are fond of dogs--not one says a
word about Wolfe. Yet 'my friend Caesar, who has great
merit and much good humour,' deserves to be remembered
with his kind master just as much, in his way, as that
other Caesar, the friend of Edward VII, who followed his
master to the grave among the kings and princes of a
mourning world.




CHAPTER IV

THE SEVEN YEARS' WAR
1756-1763

Wolfe's Quebec campaign marked the supreme crisis of the
greatest war the British Empire ever waged: the war,
indeed, that made the Empire. To get a good, clear view
of anything so vast, so complex, and so glorious, we must