Count de la Galissoniere, accompanied by his distinguished
attendants, proceeded again on their round of inspection. They were
everywhere saluted with heads uncovered, and welcomed by hearty
greetings. The people of New France had lost none of the natural
politeness and ease of their ancestors, and, as every gentleman of
the Governor's suite was at once recognized, a conversation,
friendly even to familiarity, ensued between them and the citizens
and habitans, who worked as if they were building their very souls
into the walls of the old city.

"Good morning, Sieur de St. Denis!" gaily exclaimed the Governor to
a tall, courtly gentleman, who was super-intending the labor of a
body of his censitaires from Beauport. "'Many hands make light
work,' says the proverb. That splendid battery you are just
finishing deserves to be called Beauport. What say you, my Lord
Bishop?" turning to the smiling ecclesiastic. "Is it not worthy of
baptism?"

"Yes, and blessing both; I give it my episcopal benediction,"
replied the Bishop, "and truly I think most of the earth of it is
taken from the consecrated ground of the Hotel Dieu--it will stand
fire!"

"Many thanks, my Lord!"--the Sieur de St. Denis bowed very low--
"where the Church bars the door Satan will never enter, nor the
English either! Do you hear, men?" continued he, turning to his
censitaires, "my Lord Bishop christens our battery Beauport, and
says it will stand fire!"