that they were to be relieved by the Guards, because their ammunition
was nearly expended, and he began to fall back. The General, discovering
the mistake, said to them, "My brave 42nd, join your comrades:
ammunition is coming, and you have your bayonets!" Upon this, they
instantly moved forward. Captain Hardinge returned, and pointed out to
the General where the Guards were advancing. The enemy kept up a hot
fire, and their artillery played incessantly on the spot where they were
standing. A cannon-shot struck Sir John, and carried away his left
shoulder, and part of the collar-bone, leaving the arm hanging by the
flesh. He fell from his horse on his back; his countenance did not
change, neither did he betray the least sensation of pain. Captain
Hardinge, who dismounted, and took him by the hand, observed him
anxiously watching the 42nd, which was warmly engaged, and told him they
were advancing; and upon that intelligence his countenance brightened.
Colonel Graham, who now came up to assist him, seeing the composure of
his features, began to hope that he was not wounded, till he perceived
the dreadful laceration. From the size of the wound, it was in vain to
make any attempt at stopping the blood; and Sir John consented to be
removed in a blanket to the rear. In raising him up, his sword, hanging
on the wounded side, touched his arm, and became entangled between his
legs. Captain Hardinge began to unbuckle it; but the General said, in
his usual tone and manner, and in a distinct voice, "It is as well as it
is; I had rather it should go out of the field with me." Six soldiers
of the 42nd and the Guards bore him. Hardinge, observing his composure,
began to hope that the wound might not be mortal, and said to him, he
trusted he might be spared to the army, and recover. Moore turned his
head, and looking stedfastly at the wound for a few seconds, replied,
"No, Hardinge, I feel that to be impossible."

As the soldiers were carrying him slowly along, he made them frequently