In the final and decisive action on that Sunday morning, the British had about six thousand men, while Jackson had less than three thousand. Of the British, seven hundred were killed, fourteen hundred wounded, and five hundred taken prisoners. The Americans had only eight killed and fourteen wounded!
It was the most astonishing battle ever fought on this continent. There had never been a defeat so crushing, with a loss so small.
For a week or more, the British kept sullenly within their lines. Jackson clung to his intrenchments. He was a fearless fighter, but was unwilling to risk a battle with well-tried veterans in an open field. He kept up, however, a continual pounding with his big guns, and his mounted riflemen gave the redcoats no rest.
In about three weeks, General Lambert skillfully retreated to the ships, and, soon afterwards, the entire army sailed for England.
Such was the glorious but dreadful battle of New Orleans, the anniversary of which is still celebrated.
Honors fell thick and fast upon "Old Hickory." Fourteen years later, he became the seventh President of the United States.
The sad part of this astounding victory is that peace had been declared about two weeks before the battle was fought. A "cablegram," or even an ocean greyhound, could have saved the lives of many brave men.
When peace was made, nothing was said about impressing our sailors, or about the rights of our merchantmen. From that day to this, however, no American citizen has been forced to serve on a British war ship, and no American vessel has ever been searched on the high seas.