Yet still my bosom warmly glows,
When ENGLAND triumphs o'er her foes;
And wishes, though in humble lays,
To celebrate my country's praise!
MARMONT, in numbers proud and strong,
Drove the fierce tide of war along,
To crush on SALAMANCA's plain,

At one great blow, the hopes of Spain!
Or else, perhaps, he thought to shield
The phantom king* who dared the field;
And thus to save the TYRANT's race,
He met his own and GAUL's disgrace.
The BRITISH CHIEF, with piercing eye,
Saw when to retrogade-not fly-
And thus deceiv'd the sanguine foe,
Who rush'd on fate, defeat, and woe!
For at the word, the BRITONS turn,
And while their bosoms nobly burn,
STRANGERS to every thought of fear,
They trample on the GALLIC spear;
Renew the deeds that CRESSY saw,
And turn at once the tide of war!
In dreadful charge the BRITISH VAN
Bore down whole squadrons, horse and man.
From hill to hill, pursued, they run,
Like shadows chased before the sun!
Fetlock'd in gore, the VICTORS prest
On many a gallant Frenchman's breast,
Who might have lived, in happier times,
Exempt from BUONAPARTE's crimes :
But now in mangled heaps they lie,
Cursing their TYRANT ere they die,
Who dragg'd them from their native plain,

To perish for his cause in SPAIN!
The TORMES, once a limpid flood,
Red with the slaughter, swell'd with blood,
And join'd the DOURO to the SEA,
Proclaiming ENGLAND'S VICTORY!
While PORTUGAL may fondly say,
She shar'd the honours of the day,
* Joseph Buonaparte.

When by the BRITISH HERO led

Her sons, with BRITONS, nobly bled!
Long time the work of DEATH was done,
Nor ceased but with the setting SUN;
When shelter'd by the gloom of night,
The routed FOE urged on his flight.—
Next morn (our victory complete)
The EAGLES saw at WELLESLEY's feet,
With countless prisoners in his train,
And thousands breathless on the plain!
All the proud LEADERS of the FOE
Are captives, wounded, or laid low;
While SPANISH hills and vallies ring,
Blessing ENGLAND'S PRINCE and KING,
Who sent THEIR HERO to sustain
Th' invaded MONARCHY OF SPAIN.

What meeds for Wellington in store?

Whose brows were laurel crown'd before,

In

every clime! on every shore !

Our EDWARDS mighty in renown,

And HENRY fam'd in story,

MARLB'ROUGH, who shook the GALLIC CROWN,

Did not surpass your glory!

They fill'd of FAME the brightest page;

You live the HERO of your age:

The NATION's boundless GRATITUDE's your own,
With honours trebled from the BRITISH THRONE!
ENGLAND beheld THE WAVE TO NELSON yield;
AS HE THE OCEAN, YOU command THE FIELD.

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CAMPAIGNS IN THE PENINSULA.

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THE head-quarters of Marshal Victor, after he returned from his movement in favour of Soult to his former position, were at Truxillo Cuesta was on his left flank, having his head-quarters at Fuente del Maestro, and his advance at Calemonte, on the Guadiana, a league from Merida. Sir Arthur formed a plan for cutting off the enemy's retreat by a movement through Castello Branco and Placentia to the bridge of Almarez; this he relinquished, partly because it did not coincide with Cuesta's opinion, and also because he found it impossible to prevail upon that General to choose a secure position, or to concentrate his army, which was distributed, with so little judgment, in an open country, that if Victor had ventured to attack it, an easier victory might have been obtained than that of Medellin. The French have seldom suffered such opportunities to pass by, and Sir Arthur was very apprehensive that the army, which had been raised with such exertions, would be defeated and dispersed before he could possibly effect a junction with it. Victor, however, was content to forego this advantage, rather than risk the danger of being cut off from Madrid by such an operation as Sir Arthur had meditated; he broke up, therefore, at the beginning of June, and retreated across the Tagus at Almara; Cuesta followed, but without obtaining any advantage over him in his retreat, and sufficiently fortunate that the French Marshal was in too much fear of a better army, to profit by the want of discipline in the Spaniards, and the want of skill in their commanders. When Sir Arthur had given up his original plan, in consequence of Cuesta's incapacity, it was concerted that he should join that General at Badajos. Victor's retreat rendered this unnecessary, and it was then agreed that he should advance, as he had at first proposed, by way of Placentia. The army of La Mancha at this time, consisting of 16,000 foot, and 1300 horse, was under Venegas, subject however to Cuesta's orders. This was the side on which the French were most exposed; Albuquerque, by one operation, though it had only partially succeeded, had retarded the plans of the enemy for more than a month, and, had he not been withheld by the positive orders of men who were unworthy to control him, there is every reason for believing that he would have prevented many of the disasters which afterwards occurred. His patriotism was undoubted; no man, indeed, more passionately loved his country; his military talents were superior to those of any other of the Spanish Generals, after the death of Reding, Romana,