They shall run to and fro in the citie: they dulged themselves in parading their bands of music, shall run upon the wall, they shall climbe up upon and actually performed « God save the King. Their the houses: they shall enter in at the windows like a minstrelsy was however deranged by the undesired acthief.

companiment of the British horse-artillery, on whose 10. « The carth shall quake before them, the hea- part in the concert they had not calculated. The survens shall tremble, the sunne and the moon shall be prise was sudden, and the rout complete ; for the artildark, and the starres shall withdraw their shining.» lery and cavalry did execution upon them for about

lo verse 20th also, which announces the retreat of four miles, pursuing at the gallop as often as they got the northern army, described in such dreadful colours, beyond the range of the guns. into a « land barren and desolate,» and the dishonour with which God afflicted them for having « magnified

Note 17. Conclusion, Stanza x. themselves to do great things,» there are particulars

Vainly thy squadrons bide Assuava's plain,

And front the flying thunders as they roar, not inapplicable to the retreat of Masséna ; Divine Pro

With frantic charge and tenfold odds, in vain ! vidence having, in all ages, attached disgrace as the na

In the severe action of Fuentes d'Honoro, upon 5th tural punishment of cruelly and presumption.

May, 1811, the grand mass of the French cavalry atNote 15. Conclusion. Stanza vii.

tacked the right of the British position, covered by two The radest sentinel, in Britain born,

guns of the horse-artillery, and two squadrons of ca

valry. After suffering considerably from the fire of Gave his poor crust to feed some wretch forlorn.

the guns, which annoyed them in every attempt al Even the unexampled gallantry of the British army formation, the enemy turned their wrath entirely toin the campaign of 1810-11, although they never wards them, distributed brandy among their troopers, fought but to conquer, will do them less honour in his- and advanced to carry the field-pieces with the despetory than their humanity, attentive to soften to the ut-ration of drunken fury. They were in no ways checked most of their power the horrors which war, in its by the heavy loss which they sustained in this daring mildest aspect, must always inflict upon the defence- attempı, but closed, and fairly mingled with the British less inhabitants of the country in which it is waged, cavalry, to whom they bore the proportion of ten to and which, on this occasion, were tenfold augmented one. Captain Ramsay (let me be permitted to name a by the barbarous cruelties of the French Soup-1 gallant countryman), who commanded the two guns, kitchens were established by subscription among the dismissed them at the gallop, and, putting himself at officers, wherever the troops were quartered for any the head of the mounted artillerymen, ordered them to length of time. The commissaries contributed the fall upon the French, sabre in hand. This very unexheads, fcet, etc. of the cattle slaughtered for the sol. pected conversion of artillerymen into dragoons contridiery; rice, vegetables, and bread, where it could be buted greatly to the defeat of the enemy, already dishad, were purchased by the officers. Fifty or sixty concerted by the reception they had met from the two starving peasants were daily fed at one of these regi- British squadrons; and the appearance of some small mental establishments, and carried home the relies to reinforcements, notwithstanding the immense disprotheir famished households. The emaciated wretches, portion of force, put them to absolute rout. A colonel who could not crawl from weakness, were speedily em or major of their cavalry, and many prisoners (almost ployed in pruning their vines. While pursuing Massena, all intoxicated), remained in our possession. Those the soldiers cvinced the same spirit of humanity; and, who consider for a moment the difference of the serin many instances, when reduced themselves to short vices, and bow much an artilleryman is necessarily and allowance, from having out-marched their supplies, naturally led to identify his own safety and utility with they shared their pittance with the starving inhabitants abiding by the tremendous implement of war, to the who had ventured back to view the ruins of their habi-exercise of which he is chietly, if not exclusively, traintations, burnt by the retreating enemy, and to bury the ed, will know how to estimate the presence of mind bodies of their relations whom they had butchered. - which commanded so hold a manæuvre, and the stcauiIs it possible to know such facts without feeling a ness and confidence with which it was executed. sort of confidence, that those who so well deserve vic

Note 18. Conclusion. Stanza x. tory are most likely to attain it?- It is not the least of

And wbat avails thee that, for CAMenon slain, Lord Wellington's military merits, that the slightest dis

Wild from his plaided ranks the yell was given. position towards maranding meets immediate punishment. Independently of all moral obligation, the army during the desperate contest in the streets of the village

The gallant Colonel Cameron was wounded mortally which is most orderly in a friendly country, has always

called Fuentes d'Honoro. He fell at the head of his proved most formidable to an armed enemy.

native Bighlanders, the 71st and 79th, who raised Note 16. Conclusion. Stanza viii.

a dreadful shriek of grief and rage. They charged, Vain-glorious fugitive!"

with irresistible fury, the finest body of French grenaThe French conducted this memorable retreat with diers ever seen, being a part of Buonaparte's selected much of the fanfarronade proper to their country, by guard. The officer who led the French, a man remarkwhich they attempt to impose upon others, and per- able for stature and symmetry, was killed on the spot. haps on themselves, a belief that they are triumphing The Frenchman who stepped out of his rank to take in the very moment of their discomfiture. On the Gothairn at Colonel Cameron, was also bayoneted, pierced March, 181, their rear-gaard was overtaken near Pega with a thousand wounds, and almost torn to pieces by by the British cavalry. Being well posted, and conceir- the furious Highlanders, who, under the command of ing themselves safe from infantry (who were indeed Colonel Cadogan, bore the enemy out of the contested many miles in the rear), and from artillery, they in- ground at the point of the bayonet. Masséna pays my

countrymen a singular compliment in his account of able manner in which these opinions have been retractthe attack and defence of this village, in which he says, ed. The success of this plan, with all its important the British lost many officers, and Scotch.

consequences, we owe to the indefatigable exertions of Note 19. Conclusion. Stanza xiv.

Field-Marshal Beresford.
O who shall grudge him Albuera's bays,

Note 20. Conclusion. Stanza xvii.
Who brought a race regenerate to the field,

- a race renown'd of old,
Roused them to emulate their fathers' praise,

Whose war-cry oft bas waked the battle-swell.
Tempor'd their beadlong rage, their courage steeld.

This stanza alludes to the various achievements of Nothing during the war of Portugal seems, to a dis- the warlike family of Grame, or Graham. They are tinct observer, more deserving of praise, than the self- said, by tradition, to have descended from the Scottish devotion of Field-Marshal Beresford, who was contented chief, ander whose command his countrymen stormed to undertake all the hazard of obloquy which might the wall built by the Emperor Severus between the have been founded upon any miscarriage in the highly friths of Forth and Clyde, the fragments of which are important experiment of training the Portuguese troops still popularly called Græme's Dyke. Sir Jolin the to an improved state of discipline. In exposing his Græme, « the hardy, wight, and wise,» is well known military reputation to the censure of imprudence from as the friend of Sir William Wallace. Alderne, Kilthe most moderate, and all manner of unutterable ca- syth, and Tibbermuir, were scenes of the victories of lumnies from the ignorant and malignant, he placed at the heroic Marquis of Montrose. The


of Killystake the dearest pledge which a military man had to crankie is famous for the action between King Wiloffer, and nothing but the deepest conviction of the liam's forces and the Highlanders in 1689, high and essential importance attached to success can

Where glad Dundee in faint huzzas expired. be supposed an adequate motive. How great the chance of miscarriage was supposed, may be estimated from It is seldom that one line can number so many hethe general opinion of officers of unquestioned talents roes, and yet more rare when it can appeal to the and experience, possessed of every opportunity of in- glory of a living descendant in support of its ancient formation; how completely the experiment has suc renown. ceeded, and how much the spirit and patriotism of our The allusions to the private history and character of ancient allies had been under-rated, is evident, not only General Graham may be illustrated by referring to the from those victories in which they have borne a distin- eloquent and affecting speech of Mr Sheridan, upon the guished share, but from the liberal and highly honour- vote of thanks to the victor of Barrossa.

The Field of Waterloo :


Though Valois braved young Edward's gentle hand,
And Albert rush'd on Henry's way-worn band,
With Europe's chosen sons in arms renown'd,
Yet not on Vere's bold archers long they look d.
Nor Audley's squires nor Mowbray's yoomen brook'd-
They saw their standard fall, and left their monarch bound.



The following Verses are most respectfully Inscribed,




FAIR BRUSSELS, thou art far behind,
Though, lingering on the morning wind,

We yet may hear the hour
Peal'd over orchard and canal,
With voice prolong'd and measured fall,

From proud Saint Michael's tower.

Thy wood, dark Soignies, holds us now,
Where the tall beeches' glossy bough
For many a league around,
With birch and darksome oak between,
Spreads deep and far a pathless screen,

Of tangled forest ground.
Stems planted close by stems defy
The adventurous foot-the curious eye

For access seeks in vain!
And the brown tapestry of leaves,
Strew'd on the blighied ground, receives

Nor sun, nor air, nor rain.

No opening glade dawns on our way,
No streamlet, glancing to the ray,

Our woodland path has crossd;
And the straight causeway which we tread
Prolongs a line of dull arcade,
Unvarying through the unvaried shade,
Until in distance lost.

A brighter, livelier scene succeeds;
In groups the scattering wood recedes,
Hedge-rows, and huts, and sunny meads,

And corn-fields glance between;
The peasant, at his labour blithe,
Plies the book'd staff and shorten d scythe :-(1)

But when these cars were green, Placed close within destruction's scope, Full little was that rustic's hope

Their ripening to have seen!
And, lo, a hamlet and its fane:
Let not the gazer with disdain

Their architecture view;
For yonder rude ungraceful shrine,
And disproportion'd spire, are chine,
Immortal WATERLOO !

Fear not the heat, though full and high
The sun has scorch'd the autumn sky,
And scarce a forest straggler now
To shade us spreads a green-wood bough.
These fields have seen a hotter day
Than e'er was fired by sunny ray.
Yet one mile on-yon shatter'd hedge
Crests the soft hill whose long smooth ridge

Looks on the field below,
And sinks so gently on the dale,
That not the folds of Beauty's veil

In easier curves can flow.
Brief space from thence, the ground again,
Ascending slowly from the plain,

Forms an opposing screen,
Which, with its crest of upland ground,
Shuts the horizon all around.

The soften'd vale between
Slopes smooth and fair for courser's tread;
Not the most timid maid need dread
To give her snow-white palfrey head

On that wide stubble-ground.
Nor wood, nor tree, por bush are there,
Her course to intercept or scare,

Nor fosse nor fence are found,
Save where, from out her shatter'd bowers,
Rise Hougoumont's dismantled towers.

And where the earth seems scorch'd by tlame,
To dress the homely feast they came,
And toild the kerchiefd village dame
Around her fire of straw.

So deem'st thou-so each mortal deerns,
Of that which is from that which seems:

But other harvest here
Than that which peasant's scythe demands,
Was gather'd in by sterner hands,

With bayonet, blade, and spear.
No vulgar crop was theirs to reap,
No stinted harvest thin and cheap!
Heroes before each fatal sweep

Fell thick as ripen'd grain;
And ere the darkening of the day,
Piled high as autumn shocks, there lay
The ghastly harvest of the fray,
The corpses of the slain:

Ay, look again-that line so black
And trampled marks the bivouack,
Yon deep-graved ruts, the artillery's track,

So often lost and won;
And close beside, the harden'd mud
Still show's where, fetlock-deep in blood,
The fierce dragoon, through battle's flood,

Dash'd the hot war-horse on.
These spots of excavation tell
The ravage of the bursting shell-
And feel'st thou not the tainted steam,
That reeks against the sultry beam,

From yonder trenched mound?
The pestilential fumes declare
That Carnage has replenish'd there

Her garner-house profound.

Far other harvest-home and feast,
Than claims the boor from scythe released,

On those scorch'd fields were known !
Death hover*d o'er the maddening rout,
And, in the thrilling battle-shout,
Sent for the bloody banquet out

A summons of his own.
Through rolling smoke the demon's eye
Could well each destined quest espy,
Well could his car in ecstasy

Distinguish every tone
That filld the chorus of the fray-
From cannon-roar and trumpet-bray,
From charging squadrons' wild hurra,
From the wild clang that mark'd their way, -

Down to the dying groan, And the last sob of life's decay

When breath was all but flown.

Now, seest thou aught in this lone scene
Can tell of that which late hath been?-

A stranger might reply,
« The bare extent of stubble-plain
Seems lately lighteo'd of its grain;
And yonder sable tracks remain,
Marks of the peasant's ponderous wain,

When harvest-home was nigh.
On these broad spots of trampled ground,
Perchance the rustics danced such round

As Teniers loved to draw;

Feast on, stern foe of mortal life,
Feast on!--but think not that a strife,
With such promiscuous carnage rife,

Protracted space may last;
The deadly tug of war at length
Must limits find in human strength,

And cease when these are passid.

Vain hope !—that morn's o'erclouded sun Heard the wild shout of fight begun

Ere he attain'd his height,
And through the war-smoke volumed high
Still peals that uvremitted cry,

Though now he stoops to night.
For ten long hours of doubt and dread,
Fresh succours from the extended head
Of either hill the contest fed ;

Still down the slope they drew,
The charge of columns paused not,'
Nor ceased the storm of shell and shot;

For all that war could do,
Of skill and force, was proved that day,
And turn'd not yet the doubtful fray

On bloody Waterloo.

Three hundred cannon-mouths roar'd loud, And from their throats, with flash and cloud,

Their showers of iron threw. Beneath their fire, in full career, Rush'd on the ponderous cuirassier, The lancer couch'd his ruthless spear, And hurrying as to havoc near,

The cohorts' eagles flew. In one dark torrent broad and strong, The advancing onset roll'd along, Forth harbinger'd by fierce acclaim, That from the shroud of smoke and flame, Peal'd wildly the imperial name.

Pale Brussels! then what thoughts were thine, (2)
When ceaseless from the distant line

Continued thunders came!
Each burgher held his breath to hear
These forerunners of havoc near,

Of rapine and of flame.
What ghastly sights were thine to meet,
When rolling through thy stately street,
The wounded show'd their mangled plight
In token of the unfinish'd fight,
And from each anguish-laden wain
The blood-drops laid thy dust like rain!
Ilow often in tbe distant drum
Heard'st thou the fell Invader come,
While Ruin, shouting to his baud,
Shook high her torch and gory brand !-
Cheer thee, fair city! From yon stand,
Impatient, still his outstretch'd hand

Points to his prey in vain,
While maddening in his eager mood,
And all unwont to be withstood,

He fires the fight again.

But on the British heart were lost
The terrors of the charging host;
For not an eye the storm that view'd
Changed its proud glance of fortitude,
Nor was one forward footstep staid,
As dropp'd the dying and the dead.
Fast as their ranks the thunders tear,
Fast they renew'd each serried square;
And on the wounded and the slain .
Closed their diminish'd files again,
Till from their line scarce spears' length three,
Emerging from the smoke they see
Helmet and plume and panoply, -

Then waked their fire at once !
Each musketeer's revolving knell,
As fast, as regularly fell,
As when they practise to display
Their discipline on festal day.

Then down went helm and lance,
Down were the eagle banners sent,
Down reeling steeds and riders went,
Corslets were pierced, and pennons rent;

And to augment the fray,
Wheel'd full against their staggering flanks,
The English horsemen's foaming ranks

Forced their resistless way.
Then to the musket-knell succeeds
The clash of swords--the neigh of steeds-
As plies the smith his clanging trade,
Against the cuirass rang the blade; (6)
And while amid their close array
The well-served cannon rent their way,
And while amid their scatter'd band
Rayed the fierce rider's bloody brand,
Recoil'd in common rout and fear,
Lancer and guard and cuirassier,
Horsemen and foot,-a mingled host,
Their leaders fall'n, their standards lost.

X. « On! On!» was still his stcrn exclaim, «Confront the battery's jaws of fame!

Rush on the levell d gun! (3) My steel-clad cuirassiers, advance! Each Hulan forward with his lance, My Guard-my chosen-charge for France,

France and Napoleon !» Loud answer'd their acclaiming shout, Greeting the mandate which sent out Their bravest and their best to dare The fate their leader shunn'd to share. (4) But He, his country's sword and shield, Still in the battle-front reveald, Where danger fiercest swept the field,

Came like a beam of light, In action prompt, in sentence brief« Soldiers, stand firm !» exclaim'd the chief,

« England shall tell the fight !»(5)

XI. On came the whirlwind--like the last But fiercest sweep of tempest blastOn came the whirlwind-steal-gleams broke Like lightning through the rolling smoke.

The war was waked anew;

Then, WELLINGTON! thy piercing eye
This crisis caught of destiny.

The British host had stood
That morn 'gainst charge of sword and lance,
As their owa ocean-rocks hold stance,
But when thy voice had said « Advance !»

They were their ocean's flood.O thou, whose inauspicious aim Hath wrought thy host this hour of shame, Think'st thou thy broken bands will bide The terrors of yon rushing tide ?

Or will thy chosen brook to feel
The British shock of levelld steel ? ()

Or dost thou turn thine eye
Where coming squadrons gleam afar,
And fresher thunders wake the war,

And other standards fly?
Think not that in you columns file
Thy conquering troops from distant Dyle-

Is Blucher yet unknown?
Or dwells not in thy memory still
(Heard frequent in thine hour of ill),
What potes of hate and vengeance thrill

Jo Prussia's trumpet tone?
What yet remains ?—shall it be thine
To head the relics of thy line

In one dread effort more?
The Roman lore thy leisure loved,
And thou canst tell what fortune proved

That chieftain, who, of yore,
Ambition's dizzy paths essay'd,
And with the gladiators' aid

For empire enterprised-
He stood the cast his rashness play'd,
Left not the victims he had made,
Dug his red grave with his own blade,
And on the ficld he lost was laid,

Abhorrd—but not despised.

XIV. But if revolves thy fainter thought On safety-howsoever bought, Then turn thy fearful rein and ride, Though twice ten thousand men have died

On this eventful day, To gild the military fame, · Which thou, for life, in traffic tame

Will barter thus away. Shall future ages tell this tale Of inconsistence faint and frail: And art thou He of Lodi's bridge, Marengo's field, and Wagram's ridge! Or is thy soul like mountain-tide, That, swell'd by winter storm and shower, Rolls down in turbulence of power

A torrent fierce and wide ; 'Reft of these aids, a rill obscure, Shrinking unnoticed, mean and poor,

Whose channel shows display'd The wrecks of its impetuous course, But not one symptom of the force

By which these wrecks were made!

And, to the ruin'd peasant's eye,
Objects half seen roll swiftly by,

Down the dread current burld-
So mingle banner, wain, and gun,
Where the tumultuous flight rolls on
Of warriors, who, when morn begun,
Detied a banded world.

List-frequent to the hurrying rout,
The stern pursuers' vengeful shout
Tells, that


thetr broken rear Rages the Prussian's bloody spear.

So fell a shriek was none,
When Beresina's icy flood
Redden'd and thaw'd with flame and blood,
And, pressing on thy desperate way,
Raised oft and long their wild hurra,

The children of the Don.
Thine ear po yell of horror cleft
So ominous, when, all bereft
Of aid, the valiant Polack left-
Ay, left by thec—found soldier's grave
In Leipsic's corse-encumber'd wave.
Fate, in these various perils past,
Reserved thee still some future cast :-
On the dread die thou now hast thrown
Hangs not a single field alone,
Nor one campaigo-thy martial fame,
Thy empire, dynasty, and name,

Have felt the final stroke;
And now, o'er thy devoted head
The last stern vial's wrath is shed,
The last dread seal is broke.

Since live thou wilt-refuse not now
Before these demagogues to bow,
Late objects of thy scorn and hate,
Who shall thy once imperial fate
Make wordy theme of vain debate.-
Or shall we say, thou stoop'st less low
In seeking refuge from the foe,
Against whose heart, in prosperous life,
Thine hand bath ever held the knife?-

Such homage hath been paid
By Roman and by Grecian voice,
And there were honour in the choice,

If it were freely made.
Then safely come-in one so low,-
So lost,-we

-we cannot own a foe;
Though dear experience bid us end,
In thee we pe'er cap hail a friend.-
Come howsoe'er, but do not hide
Close in thy heart that germ of pride,
Erewhile by gifted bard espied,

That « yet imperial hope ;”
Think not that for a fresh rebound,
To raise ambition from the ground,

We yield thee means or scope.
In safety come—but ne'er again
Hold type of independent reign;

No islet calls thee lord,
We leave thee no confederate band,
No symbol of thy lost command,
To be a dagger in the hand

From which we wrench'd the sword.

Spur on thy way?--since now thine ear
Has brook'd thy veterans' wish to hear,

Who, as thy fight they eyed,
Exclaim d—while tears of anguish came,
Wrung forth by pride and


and shame,« Oh that be had but died ! » But yet, to sum this hour of ill, Look, ere thou leavest the fatal hill,

Back on yon broken raoks-
Upon whose wild confusion gleams
The moon, as on the troubled streams

When rivers break their banks,

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