Heart-broken, he gave up the struggle.

With the Countess and his family he went to the South of France and died on April 8th, 1820, at Pau, and his bones lie in the Protestant Cemetery of Orthes.
He had not fought in vain.

He had broken down single-handed a system of organized terrorism in the heart of North America, for the Nor'-Westers never rose to strength again.

They united in a few years with the Hudson's Bay Company.

He established a Colony that has thriven; he cherished a lofty vision; he made mistakes in action, in judgment, and in a too great optimism, but if we understand him aright he bore an untainted and resolute soul.
"Only those are crown'd and sainted Who with grief have been acquainted Making Nations nobler, freer." "In their feverish exultations, In their triumph and their yearning, In their passionate pulsations, In their words among the nations The Promethean fire is burning." "But the glories so transcendent That around their memories cluster, And on all their steps attendant, Make their darken'd lives resplendent With such gleams of inward lustre.".