Far back as the times of the beloved Murray, when they had at his recall petitioned the King to send him back to them--for he and his military council “were upright officers, who, without prejudice and without emolument,” did their best--and received as answer the arrival of Carleton in his stead, they were satisfied. For Carleton “was chosen by your Majesty.” Even the Duke of Richmond, in his short and stormy encounter with the Houses of Assembly, was beloved; why? They hailed the prestige of his exalted rank, for he was not only Duke of Richmond but Duc d’Aubigny, direct from the Duchess of that title, who had been invested with it by _Louis Quatorze_, their own Grand Monarque, as his other ancestors had been by Charles. Why did not some quick wit in the year ’37 follow the Scotch plan of providing a monarch for England instead of allowing that that place provided rulers for Scotland, and draw a parallel between James, who was Sixth of Scotland before he added England to his domain, and the young Queen whose claim to anything and everything came straight down from France? “The Norman-French of Quebec may well feel proud when they remember that they can claim what no other portion of the Empire can assert--that they are governed by a monarch of their own race, who holds her sceptre as the heir of Rollo, the Norman sea-king, who first led their ancestors forth from the forests of the north to the plains of Normandy.” A Call to Umbrellas. “_We must have bloody noses, and cracked crowns, and pass them current, too._” In 1837 people did not do things by halves. _De mortuis nil nisi bonum_ doubled its meaning from the fervour of the abuse and obloquy cast upon the subject of it during life. William IV. found even his Queen--to whom, by the way, though she was jostled on the edge of accession by Mrs. Jordan and others, he seems to have been devoted--satirized, lampooned, vilified, by press and tongues alike. No sooner is he himself dead than his demise becomes “mournful intelligence,” “melancholy event,” “affecting news,” “distressing circumstance of the death of our beloved monarch.” Out of the chaos left behind him steps a girlish figure, not unlike, in her bare feet and streaming hair, to some picture of early Italy, a Stella Matutina.