of Wolfe.  “His fall,” he says, “was noble indeed.  He received a wound in the head, but covered it from his soldiers with his handkerchief.  A second ball struck him in the belly:  that too he dissembled.  A third hitting him on the breast, he sunk under the anguish, and was carried behind the ranks.  Yet, fast as life ebbed out, his whole anxiety centred on the fortune of the day.  He begged to be borne nearer to the action; but his sight being dimmed by the approach of death, he entreated to know what they who supported him saw; he was answered, that the enemy gave ground; he eagerly repeated the question; heard the enemy was totally routed; cried, ‘I am satisfied!’ and expired."-E.

516 Letter 339 To Sir Horace Mann.  Strawberry Hill, Oct. 19, 1759.

I had no occasion to be in such a hurry to prepare your ambassadorial countenance; if I had stayed but one day more, I might have left its muscles to behave as they pleased.  The notification of a probable disappointment at Quebec came only to heighten the pleasure of the conquest.  You may now give yourself what airs you please, you are master of East and West Indies.  An ambassador is the only man in the world whom bullying becomes:  I beg your pardon, but you are spies, if you are not bragadochios.  All precedents are on your side:  Persians, Greeks, Romans, always insulted their neighbours when they conquered Quebec.  Think how pert the French would have been on such an occasion, and remember that they are Austrians to whom you are to be saucy.  You see, I write as if my name was Belleisle and yours Contades.

It was a very singular affair, the generals on both sides slain, and on both sides the second in command wounded; in short, very near what battles should be, in which only the principals ought to suffer.  If their army has not ammunition and spirit enough to fall again upon ours before Amherst comes up, all North America is ours!

Poetic justice could not have been executed with more rigour than it has been on the perjury, treachery, and usurpations of the French.  I hope Mr.-Pitt will not leave them at the next treaty an opportunity of committing so many national crimes again.  How they or we can make a peace, I don’t see; can we give all back, or they give all up?  No, they must come hither; they have nothing left for @it but to conquer us.

Don’t think it is from forgetting to tell you particulars, that I tell you none; I am here, and don’t know one but what you will see in the Gazette, and by which it appears that the victory was owing to the impracticability, as the French thought, and to desperate resolution on our side.  What a scene! an army in the night dragging itself up a precipice by stumps of trees to assault a town and attack an army strongly entrenched and double in numbers!

Adieu !  I think I shall not write to you again this twelvemonth; for, like Alexander, we have no more worlds left to conquer.