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of praise, than the self-devotion of Field-Marshal Beresford, who was contented to undertake all the hazard of obloquy which might have been founded upon any miscarriage in the highly important experiment of training the Portugueze troops to an improved state of discipline. In exposing his military reputation to the censure of imprudence from the most moderate, and all manner of unutterable calumnies from the ignorant and malignant, he placed at stake the dearest pledge which a military man had to offer, and nothing but the deepest conviction of the high and essential importance attached to success can be supposed an adequate motive. How greatthe chance of miscarriage was supposed, may be estimated from the general opinion of officers of unquestioned talents and experience, possessed of every opportunity of information,-how completely the experiment has succeeded, and how much the spirit and patriotism of our ancient allies had been under-rated, is evident, not only from those victories in which they have borne a distinguished share, but from the liberal and highly honourable manner in which these opinions have been retracted. The success of this plan, with all its important consequences, we owe to the indefatigable exertions of Field Marshal Beresford.
a race renowned of old, Whose war-cry oft has waked ihe battle-swell. St. XVII. p. 629. This stanza alludes to the various achievements of the warlike family of Græme, or Grahame. They are said by tradition to have descended from the Scottish chief under whose command his countrymen stormed the wall built by the Emperor Severus, between the firths of Forth and Clyde, the fragments of which are still popularly called Græme's Dyke. Sir John the Graham, “the hardy wight, and wise,” is well known as the friend of Sir William Wallace. Alderne, Kilsyth, and Tibbermuir, were scenes of the victories of the heroic Marquis of Montrose. The pass of Killie-crankie is famous for the action between King William's forces and the Highlanders in 1689,
“ Where glad Duodec in faint buzzas expired.” It is seldom that one line can number so many heroes, and yet more rare when it can appeal to the glory of a living descendant in support of its ancient renown. The allusions to the private history and character of General Grahame may be illustrated by referring to the eloquent and affecting speech of Mr Sheridan, upon the vote of thanks to the Victor of Barosa.
BY ROBERT SOUTHEY, ESQ.
In an evil day and an hour of woe
Did Garci Ferrandez wed!
The Lady Argentine hath fled.
To go to Count Aymerique's bed.
The loveliest of the land ; There was never a knight of Leon in the fight Who could meet the force of his matchless might, There was never a foe in the infidel band
Who against his dreadful sword could stand; And yet Count Garci's strong right hand
Was shapely, and soft, and white; As white and as soft as a lady's hand
Was the hand of the beautiful knight.
In an evil day and an hour of woe
In an evil hour and a luckless night
That lady false, his bale and bane.
There was feasting and joy in Count Aymerique's bower,
When he with triumph, and pomp, and pride,
She sate in her lonely tower alone,
Might have brought a bridegroom home.
So thoughts of good and thoughts of ill
Ever to work her woe was bent,
And in that melancholy gloom,
She wished her father too in the tomb.
She watches the pilgrims and poor who wait
For daily food at her father's gate.
Disguised in pilgrim-weeds for me!
But I with him would wend away,
They took their dole and went away.
Some secret which he fain would say ;
And long were the minutes that she must wait
Who sought to speak with Abba the fair,
She bade the stranger to her bower.
A goodlier form might never maid
And did his arms in them enfold
He told his name to the damsel fair,
you for my
For she saw the warrior's hand so white, And she knew the fame of the beautiful Knight.
'Tis the hour of noon, The bell of the convent hath done,
And the Sexts are begun;
They look to their pages, and lo they see
And next to the Lady Argentine
Humbly she went and knelt;
A haughty wonder felt,
I little thought that I should see
Or hath she quella her pride?