Benjamin West (1738-1820). The Death of General Wolfe. 1770. Oil on canvas, 152.6 x 214.5 cm. National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa (inv. 8007).
When, within the grasp of victory, he first received a ball through his wrists, he immediatly wrapped it up, and went on, with the same alacracity, animating his troops by precept and example: But, in a few minutes after, a second ball through his body obliged him to be carried off to a small sistance in the rear; where, roused from fainting in the last agonies by the found od ‘They run,’ he eagerly asked, ‘Who run?’ And, being told the French, and that they were defeated, he said, ‘Then, I thank God, I die contended; and almost instantly expired.
- ’Character, with some Particular, of the late Major-General James Wolfe.’ The Universal magazine. Vol 25 (1759).
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