Picturesque Quebec, By James Macpherson Le Moine










































































































































 -  It stood in
    rear of Valliere's furniture factory and Boswell's brewery. Thus was
    acquired the Jesuits' Barrack, and thus perished - Page 61
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It Stood In Rear Of Valliere's Furniture Factory And Boswell's Brewery.

Thus was acquired the Jesuits' Barrack, and thus perished the Intendant's Palace." - (Chronicle, 27th Dec., 1871.)

D'Auteuil street, bounded to the west by an open space - the Esplanade - lined on one side by shade trees, on the other by the verdant slopes of the glacis and city walls, deserves a passing notice. Bouchette describes it thus: - "The Esplanade, between St. Louis and St. John's Gate, has a length of 273 yards, by an average breadth of 80, except at the Ste. Ursula bastion, where it is 120 yards. It is tolerably level, in some places presenting a surface of bare rock. This is the usual place of parade for the troops of the garrison, from whence every morning in summer the different guards of the town are mounted; in winter the Jesuits' Barracks drill ground is generally used for parades. The musters and annual reviews of the militia belonging to the city are held there. [78]

The Esplanade is still used as a parade ground, if not by our city militia by our provincial troops. Right well can we recall the manly form of the Commander of the "B" Battery, Lieut.-Colonel T. B. Strange, bestriding a noble charger, putting his splendid, though not numerous corps, through their drill on the Esplanade. We have also sometimes caught sight there of our gay Volunteers. Occasionally these grounds are used by the divers lacrosse clubs for their athletic games - the doyen of our city litterateurs, the Hon. P. J. O. Chauveau, in a graphic portraiture of the "Quebec of the Past," has most feelingly retraced the vanished glories, the military pageants, the practical jokers, the City Watch, the social gatherings, which his youthful eyes witnessed of yore on the Esplanade and on Durham Terrace. We have attempted to render in English a striking chapter of this sparkling effusion: -

OLDEN TIMES IN THE ANCIENT CAPITAL.

"There is not only the quaint city of Champlain - of Montmagny - of Frontenac - of Bishop Laval - of Governor de Vaudreuil and Montcalm - of Lord Dorchester and Colonel Dambourges - that is rapidly fading away; there is not merely the grim fortress of the French regime, the city of early English rule, disappearing piecemeal in the dissolving shadows of the past. A much more modern town - newer even than that so graphically pictured by our old friend Monsieur de Gaspe - the Quebec of our boyhood - of our youth - the Quebec embalmed in the haunted chambers of memory prior to 1837 - it also each day seems retreating - crumbling - evanescing.

Where are those dashing regiments which every Sunday at 4 p.m. (we were not such Puritans then as now) paraded in the open space facing the Esplanade walls, under the approving eye of the beauty and fashion of all Quebec, assembled from outside and from inside of the walls - the men proud of their bottle-green or dark-blue coats and white duck pants - all the vogue then - while the softer sex and juveniles were apparelled in the gayest of toilettes - brightest of colors - loudest of contrasts: white - pink - green! How densely packed, our Esplanade! Little boys and girls crowding in every corner of the lovely precipitous lawn which, amphitheatre-like, stretches down - a hanging garden of verdure and beauty. The splendid regimental bands of music, the gaudily uniformed staff officers curvetting on their chargers, with nodding plumes and heavy, glittering epaulettes (alas! the navy now seems to have monopolised the gold lace for their shoulder- straps), and those irresistible sappers with their bushy beards heading the pageant, and those incomparable drum-majors, who could fling high in the air their batons, and catch them so gracefully in their descent. How their glittering coats did enrapture the crowd! All these wondrous sights of our youth, where will we now find them?

The mounting guard, the Grand Rounds at noon, when one of the regimental bands (there were here nearly always two, and an honorable rivalry existed between them) struck up a martial strain, whilst every sentry in the city was relieved. What a treat this was to every one, without forgetting the Seminary Externes (pupils), with their blue coats and sashes of green or of variegated tints.

More than one of those lithesome youths came to grief for having rushed away from the Gradus ad Parnassum to those Elysian Fields, ostensibly to hear the band - possibly to cast a sly glance at "sweet sixteen" chatting with the Militaires off duty. Here, too, was the spot where amateurs came to hear new pieces of music - the latest from London. Durham Terrace was the favoured locality from whence the new waltz - the fashionable march - the latest opera - was launched into city existence; from thence it found its way to the salons of the wealthy: such the history of Di tanti palpiti and other sweet emanations of great masters.

Where, now, are those squads of jolly tars, in navy blue, irrepressible in their humors when on shore, far from the quarterdecks of the trim frigates anchored under Cape Diamond: upsetting the cake- stands, the spruce beer kegs - helping open-handed to the contents the saucy street urchins, or, handing round, amidst the startled wayfarers, pyramids of horse cakes, trays of barley-sugar and peppermints, like real princes dispensing the coin of the realm. Where are those noisy gangs of swaggering raftsmen - those voyageurs from the pays d'en haut, with their glittering costumes - hats festooned with red or blue ribbons, sashes of variegated colors, barred shirts - tightly wedged, three by three, in caleches, like Neapolitans - patrolling the streets - interlarding a French song occasionally with an oath, tolerably profane - at all times to be met, whether in the light of day or the still hours of night. No police in those halcyon days; but with the thickening shades of evening issued forth that venerable brotherhood, the City Watch.

The watch, did we say? Where are now these dreamy wanderers of the night, carolling forth, like the muezzin in Eastern cities, their hourly calls, "All's well!" "Fine night!" "Bad weather!" as the case might be - equally ready with their rattles to sound the dread alarm of fire, or with their long batons to capture belated midnight brawlers, that is, when they saw they had a good chance of escaping capture themselves.

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