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And what avails thee that, for CAMERON slain, $ But thou-unfoughten wilt thou yield to Fate,
Wild from his plaided ranks the yell was givenMinion of Fortune, now miscall'd in vain!
Vengeance and gricí gave mountain rage the rein, Can vantage-ground no confidence create,
And, at the bloody spear-point headlong driven, Marcella's pass, nor Guarda's mountain-chain? Thy Despot's giant guards fled like the rack of Vainglorious fugitive !* yet turn again!
heaven. Behold, where, named by some prophetic Seer, Flows Honour's Fountain,t as foredoom'd the
Go, bamed boaster! teach thy haughty mood From thy dishonour'd name and arms to clear To plead at thine imperious master's throne, Fallen Child of Fortune, turn, redeem her favour Say, ihou hast left his legions in their blood, here!
Deceived his hopes, and frustrated thine own; IX.
Say, that thine utmost skill and valour shown, Yet, ere thou turn'st, collect each distant aid;
By Briush skill and valour were outvied ; Those chief that never heard the lion roar !
Last say, thy conqueror was WellingTON! Within whose souls lives not a trace portray'd,
And if he chafe, be his own fortune triedOi Talavera, or Mondego's shore !
God and our cause to friend, the venture we'll abide. Marshal each band thou hast, and summon more;
But you, ye heroes of that well-fought day,
How shall a bard, unknowing and unknown, Legion on legion on thy foeman roll,
His meed to each victorious leader pay, And weary out his arm-thou canst not quell his
Or bind on every brow the laurels won ?ll soul.
Yet fain my harp would wake its boldest ione, X.
O'er the wide sea to hail Cadogan brave; O vainly gleams with steel Agueda's shore, And he, perchance, the minstrel-note might own, Vainly thy squadrons hide Assuava's plain,
Mindful of meeting brief that Fortune gave And front the flying thunders as they roar, Mid yon far western isles that hear the Atlantic With frantic charge and tenfold odds in vain !
* The French conducted this memorable retreat with much of is there one British heart, we believe, that will not feel proud and the fanfarrinade proper to their country, by which they attempt grateful for all the honours with which British genius can invest to speise upon others, and perhaps on then selves, a belief that their names. In the praises which Mr. Scott bas bestowed, therethey are triumphing in the very moment of their discomtiture. On fore, all his readers will sympathize; but for those which he has the 3th March, 1811, their rear-guard was overtaken near Pega withheld, theru are some that will not so readily forgive lum; by the British cavalry. Being well posted, and conceiving them and in our eyes, we will confess, it is a si not easily to be expiated, Belves safe from infantry, (who were indeed many miles in the that in a pocin written substantially for the purpose of commemotear,) and from artillery, they indulged themselves in parading rating the brave who have fought or fallen in Spain or Portugal their bands of music, and actually performed "God save the and written by a Scotchman--there should be no mention of the King." Their minstrelvy was, however, deranged by the unde name of MOORE!--of the only commander-in-chiet who has fallen are accompaniment of the British horre-artillery, on whose part in this memorable contest:of a commander who was acknowin the coorert they had not calculated. The surprise was sud-ledged as the model and pattern of a British soldier, when British ded, and the rout complete ; for the artillery and cavalry did ex soldiers stood most in need of such an example ; and was, at ecution upon them for about four miles, pursuing at the galop as the same time, distinguished not lees for every mauly virtue and often as they got beyond the range of the guns.
generous atloction, than fur skill and gallantry in his profession. The literal translation of Fuentes d' Ilonoro.
A more pure, or a more exalted character, certainly has not I la the severe action of Fuentes d' Honoro, upon 5th May, appeared upon that scene which Mr. Scott has sought to illustrate 1811, the grand mass of the French ravalry attacked the right of with the splendour of his genius; and it is with a mixture of the British position, covered by two guns of the horse-artillery, shame and indignation, that we find him grudging a single ray of and two quadrons of cavalry. Allersutlering considerably from that profuse and readily yielded glory to gild the grave of his lathe fire of the guns, wluch annoyed them in every attempt at mented countryman. To offer a lavish tribute of praise to the formation, the enemy turned their wrath entirely towards them, living, whose task is still incompleto, may be generous and munidistnbutrd brandy among their troopers, and advanced to carry ficent:--but to departed merit. it is due in strictness of justice. the field-pieces with the desperation of drinken fury. Thry Who will deny that Sir John Moore was all that we have now tere in nouise checked by the heavy loss which they sustainel said of him? or who will doubt that bis untimely death in the in this danng attempt, but closed, and fairly mingled with the hour of victory, would have been eagerly seized upon by an im. Britest cavalry, to whom they bore the proportion of ten to one. partial poet as a noble theme for generous lamentation and clo. Captain Ramsay, let me be permitted to name a gallant country. I quent praise? But Mr. Scott's political friends have fancied it Inan,) who commanded the two guns, dismissed them at the for their interest to calumniate the memory of this illustrious and Fallop, and, putting himself at the brad of the mounted artillery accomplished person,--and Mr. Scott has permitted the spirit of men, ordered them to fall upon the French, subre in-hand. This party to stand in the way, not only of poetical justice, but of papery unexpacted conversion of arullerymen into dragoons, coniri. triotic and giperous feeling. buted greatly to the defeat of the enemy, already disconrerted by * It is this for which we grieve, and feel ashamed ;-this harden. the receptinn they had met from the two British squadrons; and ing and deadening effect of political animosities, in cases where the appearance of some small reinforcements, not withstanding politics should have nothing to do ;---this apparent perversion, pot the immense disproportion of force, put them to absolute rout. merely of the judgment but of the heart :-this implacable re A culone or major of their cavalry, and many prisoners, (almost sentment, which wars not only with the living but with the dead; all intoxicated.) rerna ined in our possession. Those who con. and thinks it a reason for dei nuding a departed warrior of bis sider for a moment the ditlerence of the services, and how much glory, that a political antagonist has been zealous in his praise. un artilleryman is necessarily and naturally led to identily his These things are lamentable, and they cannot be alluded to withhis own safety and utility with abiding by the tremendous imple. out some emotions of sorrow and resentment. But they aflect ment of war, to the exercise of which he is chiefly, if not exclu. not the fame of him on whoso account these emotions are sugevely, trained, will know how to estimate the presence of mind gested. The wars of Spain, and the merits of Sir John Moore, ssbuch commanded so bold a mapuvre, and the steadiness and will be commemorated in a more impartial and more imperishacontidence with which it was executed.
ble record, than the Vision of Don Roderick; and his humble The gallant Colonel Cameron was wounded mortally during monument in the Citadel of Corunna, will draw the tears and the the desperate contest in the streets of the village called Fuentes admiration of thousands, who conceru not themselves about the d'Honoro He fell at the head of his native Highlanders, the exploity of his more fortunate associates."- Edinburgh Review, Tlet and i9th, who raised a dreadful shriek of grief and rage. vol ui, 1811. They charged with irresistible fury, the finest body of French The reader who desires to understand Sir Walter Scott's delibeprenadiers over seen, being a part of Bonaparte's selected guard. rate opinion on the subject of Sir John Moore's military charac. The officer who led the French, a man romarkable for stature and ter and conduct, is referred to the Life of Napoleon Bonaparte. Brothetty, was killed on the spot. The Frenchman who stepped But perhaps it may be neither unamusing nor uninstructive to Gut of lus rank to take aim at Colonel Cameron, was also buvo consider, along with the diatribe just quoted from the Edinburgh Detent, pierced with a thousand wounds, and almost torn to pie: Review, some reflections from the pen of Sir Walter Scutt huimces by the furious Highlanders, who, under the command of self on the injustice done to a name greater than Moore': in the Colonel Cadogan, bore the enemy out of the contested ground at noble stauzis on the Battle of Waterloo, in the third canto of the point of the bayonet. Massena pay my countrymen a singur: Childe Harold--an injustice which did not call forth any rebuke far compliment in his account of the attack and defence of this from the Edinburgh critice. Sir Walter in reviewing this canto village, in which he says the British Jost many officers, and said,
"Childe Harold arrives on Waterloo-a scene where all men, The Edlinburgh Reviewer offered the following remarks on where a poet esperially, and a poet such as Lord Byron, must what he considered as an unjust omission in this part of the needs pause, and amid the quiet simplicity of whose scenery is
escuted a moral interest, deeper and more potent eren than that We are not very apt," he says, " to quarrel with a poet for his which is produced by gazing upon the sublimest efforts of Nature politica; and really supposed it next to impossible that Mr. Scott in her most romantic receen. should have given us any ground of desatisfaction on this score, ** That Lord Byron's sentiments do not correspond with ours,
the management of his present theme. Lord Wellington and his fellow soldiers well deserved the laurels they have won ;-nor
ie obvious, and we are sorry for both our Nake's. For our own, because we have lost that rule of triumph with which his harp
XVI. Yes! hard the task, when Britons wield the Nor be his praise o'erpast who strove to hide sword,
Beneath the warrior's vest affection's wound, To give each Chief and every field its fame; Whose wish Heaven for his country's weal Hark! Albuera thunders BERESFORD,
denied ;s And Red Barosa shouts for dauntless GREME! Danger and fate he sought, but glory found. O for a verse of tumult and of tlame!
From clime to clime, where'er war's trumpets Bold as the bursting of their cannon sound,
sound, To bid the world re-echo to their fame!
The wanderer went; yet, Caledonia! stillll For never, upon gory battle-ground,
Thine was his thought in march and tented With conquest's well-bought wreath were braver ground; victors crown'd!
He dream'd mid Alpine cliffs of Athole's hill,
And heard in Ebro's roar his Lyndoch's lovely rill. 1 XIV.
O hero of a race renown'd of old,
Whose war-cry oft has waked the batile-swell,
Since first distinguish'd in the onset bold, Temper'd their headlong ragc, their courage steel'd, t
Wild sounding when the Roman rampart fell! And raised fair Lusitania's fallen shield,
By Wallace' side it rung the Southron's knell,
Alderne, Kilsythe, and Tibber, own'd its fame And gave new edge to Lusitania's sword,
Tummell's rude pass can of its terrors tell, And taught her sons forgotten arms to wield
But ne'er from prouder field arose the name, Shiver'd my harp, and burst its every chord, Than when wild Ronda learn'd the conquering If it forget thy worih, victorious BERESFORD!
shout of GRÆME!** XV.
XVIII. Not on that bloody field battle won,
But all too long, through seas unknown and dark, Though Gaul's proud legions roll'd like mist (With Spenser's parable I close my tale,)tt away,
By shoal and rock hath steer'd my venturous Was half his self-devoted valour shown,
bark, He gaged but life on that illustrious day;
And landward now I drive before the gale. But when he toil'd those squadrons to array, And now the blue and distant shore I hail
, Who fought like Britons in the bloody game, And nearer now I see the port expand, Sharper than Polish pike or assagay,
And now I gladly furl my weary sail, He braved the shafts of censure and of shame, And as the prow light touches on the strand, And, dearer far than life, he pledged a soldier's fame. I strike my red-cross flag and bind my skiff to land. :* would otherwise have rung over a field of glory such as Britain "Perhaps it is our nationality which makes us like better the never renped before ; and on Lord Byron's account.-because it tribute to General Grahame though there is something, we he is melancholy to see a man of genius duped by the mere cant of lieve, in the softness of the sentiment that will be felt, even by words and phrases, even when facts are most broadly contronuod English readers, as a relief from the exceeding clamour and baud with them. If the poet has mixed with the original, wild, and boastings of all the surrounding stanzas."- Edinburgh Rerice) magniticent creations of his imagination, prejudices which be ** This stanza alludes to the various achievements, of tbe war could only have caught by the contagion which he most professes like family of Grame, or Grahame. They are said by tradition, to despise, it is he himselt that must be the loser. If his lofty to have descended from the Scottish chief, under whose command muse has soared in all her brilliancy over the field of Waterloo his countrymen stormed the wall built by the Emperor Surpris without dropping even one leaf of laurel on the head of Wellington, between the Frithy of Forth and Clyde, the fragments of which his morit can dispense even with the praise of Lord Byron. And am still popularly called Grame's Dyke. Sir John the Graine, as when the images of Brutus were excluded from the triumphal "the hardy, wight, and wise," is well known as the friend of procession, bis memory became only the more powerfully im: Sir William Wallace. Alderne, Kilsythe, and Tibbermuir, urte printed on the souls of the Romans-the name of the British hero scenes of the victories of the heroic Marquis of Montrise. The will be but more eagerly recalled to remembrance by the very
" , . pams forces und die niemandes inhotel
pass of Killycraukie is famous for the action between King Wil 1816.)
* Where glad Dundee in faint huzzas expired." (MS. "O who shall grudge yon chief the victor's bays.") It is seldom that one line can number so many heroes, and + Nothing during the war of Portugal seems, to a distinct ob more rare when it can appeal to the glory of a living descendant server, more deserving of praise, than the self devotion of Field in support of its ancient renown. Marshal Beresford, who was contented to undertake all the The allusions to the private history and character of General bazard of obloquy which might have been founded upon any mis- Grahame may be illustrated by referring to the elorrient and af carriage in the highly important experiment of training the Portu ferting speech of Mr. Sheridan, upon the vote of thanks to the gucse troops to an improved state of discipline. In exposing his Victor of Barosa. military reputation to the censure of imprudence from the most it (" Now, strike your sailes, yee jolly mariners, moderate, and all manner of unutterable calumnies from the For we be come unto a quiet rode, ignorant and malignant, he placed at stake the dearest pledge Where we must land some of our passengers, which a military man had to offer, and nothing but the deepest
And light this weary versell of her lode. conviction of the high and essential importance attached to suc Here ghe a while may make her safe abode, cers can be supposed an adequate motive. How great the chance
Till she repaired have her tackles spent of miscarriage was supposed, may be estimated from the genera And wants supplide ; and then againe abroad opinion of officers of unquestioned talents and experience.
On the loug vojace whereto she is bent: possessed of every opportunity of information : how completely Well may she speede, and fairely finish ber intent!". the experiment has succeeded, and how much the spirit and pa
Faerie Queene, Book i. Canto 12.) triotisin of our ancient allies had been underrated, is evident, not 11 ("The Vision of Don Roderick has been received with less only from those victories in which they have borne a distinguished interest by the public than any of the author's other performan share, but from the literal and highly honourable manner in which rex ; and bus been read, we should imagine, with some degrees these opinions have been retracted. The success of this plan, disappointment even by those who took it up with the most me with all its important consequences, we owe to the indefatigable sonable expectations. Yet it is written with very considerable exertions of Field Marshal Beresford.
spirit, and with more care and effort than most of the author's (MS.-"Not rater on that mount of strife and blood, compositions :-with a degree of effort, indeed, which could
While Gaul's proud legions roll like mist away, scarcely bave failed of success, if the author had not surceeded
so splendidly on other occasions without any effort at all. or had And Poland's hatter'd lines before himn lay,
cburen any other subject than that which fill the cry of our ab And clarions hailed him victor of the day.
house politicians, and supplies the gabble of all the quidnunes.mn Not greater wben he toild yon legions to array, this country, our depending campaigns in Spain and Portuzal,
'Twas life he perill'd in that stubbor game, --with the exploits of Lord wellington and the spoliations of the And lite 'gainst honour when did soldier weigh?
French armies. The nominal subject of the poem, indeed, is the But, selfdevoted to his generous aim,
Vision of Don Roderick, in the eighth century --but this is obvi. Far dearer than his life, the hero pledged his fame.") ously a mere preinde 10 the grand piece of our recent batlles, $ (MS.-"Nor be lis meed o'erpist who wadly tried
sort of machinery devised to give dignity and effect to their in: With valour's wreath to luide aflechon's wound,
To whom his wish Heaven for our weal denied." Lord Wellington ; and being written for the benefit of the plun: I MS.--"From war to war the wanderer went his round, dered Portuguese, and upon a Spanish story, the thing could not Yet was his soul in Caledonia still;
well have been otherwise. The public, at this moment, will listen Hers was his thought," &c.]
to nothing about Spain, but the history of the Spanish war; and TIMS
fairy rill. "There lines excellis nusier and more general panegyrics or by na Scott's host imputent readers, as very techows interkoppeling the cominanders in Portugal, as much as the sweet and thrilling tones of the harp surpass an ordinary flourish of drums and any story, and scarcely any characters; and consists, in truth, trumpets."--Quarterly Revier.
almost entirely of a series of descriptions, intermiggled with
plaudits and execrations. The descriptions are many of them comparing it with The Bard' of Gray, or that particular sceno
very fine, though the style is more turgid and verbose than in the of Ariosto, where Bradamante beholds the wonders of Merlin's is better parts of Mr. Scott's other productions ; but the invectives tomb. To this it has many strong and evident features of resem.
and acclavations are too vehement and too frequent to be either blance; but, in our opinion, greatly surpasses it both in the dignity praful or impressive. There is no climax or progression to re of the oljects represented, and the picturesque effect of the ma. bere the ear, or stimulate the imagination. Mr. Scott sets out on chinery. the very biebest pitch of his voice; and keeps it up to the end of * We are inclined to rank The Vision of Don Roderick, not the measure
There are no grand swells, therefore, or over only above The Bard,' but, (excepting Adam's Vision from the powering bursts in his song. All, from first to last, is loud, and Mount of Paradise, and the inatchless beauties of the sixth book elamurous, and obtrusive, -indiscriminately noisy, and often in of Virgil.) above all the historical and poetical prospects which effectually exaggerated. He has fewer new images than in his have come to our knowledge. The scenic representation is at ollut? poetry--his tone is less natural and varied,--and he moves, once gorgeous and natural; and the language, and imagery, is on the wbole, with a slower and more laborious space."-JEF altogether as spirited, and bears the stamp of more care and TÄBY, 1811.
polish than even the most celebrated of the author's former productions. It it please us less than these, we must attribute it in
part perhaps to the want of contrivance, and in a still greater do"No comparison can be fairly instituted between compositions kree to the nature of the subject itself, which is deprved of all to wholly due-rent in style and designation as the present poem the interest derived from suepense or syinpathy, and, as fur us it and Mr. Scott's former productions. The present poem neither is connected with modern politics, represents a scene too near has, por, from its nature, could have the interest which arises our immediate inspection to admit the interposition of the mafrom an eventful plot, or a detailed delineation of character; and gic glass of tiction and pocury."-Quarterly Review, October, we shall arrive at a far more accurate estimation of its merits by ! 1811.)