"What is the wind ?" he asked.

"East; that will do; that will bring him fast," he murmured.

And, on January 23rd, about half an hour before he breathed his last, the servant heard him say: "My country: oh my country."[61] Thus sank to rest, amidst a horror of great darkness, the statesman whose noon had been calm and glorious.

Only a superficial reading of his career can represent him as eager for war and a foe to popular progress.

His best friends knew full well his pride in the great financial achievements of 1784-6, his resolute clinging to peace in 1792, and his longing for a pacification in 1796, 1797, and 1800, provided it could be gained without detriment to our allies and to the vital interests of Britain.