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and Isabella ; and, instead of receiving a king from
France, we should have given her one ; while, instead
of the French emperor carrying off our princes, as the
hawk carries oflf pigeons, or as a gipsy picks your
pocket under pretence of telling your fortune, we
should have been garrisoning Pains with our batta-
lions, and giving a viceroy to the Tuileries."

I laughed ; but ray ill-timed mirth had nearly cost
me an " affair of honour " with the little regenerator.
His hand was instantly on the hilt of his sword, and
every wrinkle on his brown visage was swelling into
wrath ; when my better genius prevailed. He pro-


bably recollected that he was sent as my protector,
and that the office would not have been fulfilled
according to his instructions, by running me through
the midriff. But, with all his pomposity, he had the
national good natvu*e ; and when we sat down to our
chicken and bottle of Tinto, in one of those soft and
sheltered valleys, he was full of remorse for his burst
of patriotic temper.

The day had been a continued blaze of sunshine,
the road a burning sand, and the contrast of the spot
where we made our halt was tempting. The scene
was rich and riant, the evening lovely, and the wine
good. I could have reposed there for a month, or a
year, or for ever. It would have been enough to
make a man turn hermit ; and I instinctively gazed
round, to look for the convent which " must lie " in
so luxurious a site. My companion informed me
that I was perfectly right in my conjecture, that
spot having been the position of one of the richest
brotherhoods of Spain. But its opulence had been
unluckily displayed in rather too ostentatious a style
in the eyes of a French brigade ; who, in conse-
quence, packed up the plate in their baggage, and,
in the course of a tumult which followed with the
peasantry, burned the building to the ground.

Yet, this misfortune was the source of but slight
condolence on the part of my friend. He was per-
fectly of the new school. " They were Theatines,"
said he — " as bad as the Jesuits, in every thing but
hypocrisy — powerful, insolent, bold-faced knaves ;


and after their robbing me of the inheritance of my
old rich uncle, which one of those crafty padres con-
trived to make the old devotee give them on his death-
bed, I had dry eyes for their ill luck. But, I sup-
pose," added he, "you know their creed?" I acknow-
ledged my ignorance. " Well, you shall hear it. It
is incomparably true ; though, whether written for
them by Moratin or Calderon, I leave to the anti-
quarians." He then chanted it in the style of the
monkish service, and with gesticulations, groans, and
upturning of eyes ; which strongly gave me the idea
that he had employed his leisure, if not relieved his
sense of the war-minister's neglect, by exerting his
talents as the " Gracioso " of some strolling company.
The troopers gathered round us, with that odd mix-
ture of familiarity and respect which belongs to all
the lower ranks of Spain ; and the performer evidently
acquired new spirits from the laughter of his audience,
as he dashingly sang his burlesque : —

Los mandamientos de los Teatinos *,

Mas humanos son que diviuos.

C'jro. — Tra lara, tra lara.

Primo — Adquirir mucho dinero. Tra lara, &c.
Segundo — Sujetar todo el muiido. Tra lai-a, &c.

* Chant.

The Tlieatines' commandments ten
Have less to do with saints than men.

Chorus. — Tra lara, tra lara.
1 — Of money make sure. Tra lara, &c.
2— Entrap rich and poor.


Tercero — Buen capon, buen carnero. Tra lara, &c.
Quarto — Comprar barato, y vender caro. Tra lara, &.c.
Quinto — Con el bianco aguar el tinto. Tra lara, &c.
Sexto — Tener siempre el lomo en siesto. Tra lara, &c.
Septimo — Guardase bien del sereno. Tra lara, &.c.
Octavo — Obrar la suya, y lo ageno. Tra lara, &c.
Nono — Hazar del penitente esclavo. Tra lara, &c.
Declmo — Mesclarse en cosas d'estado. Tra lara, &c.

Coro. — Estos diez mandamientos se encierran en dos —
Todo para mi, y nada para vos.

Tra lara, tra lara, &c.

The whole performance was received with an ap-
plause which awoke the little aide-de-camp's genius
to such an extent, that he volunteered to sing some
stanzas of his own, immeasurably more poignant.
He was in the act of filling a bumper to the " down-
fall of all monkery on the face of the earth," when
the report of a musket was heard, and the bottle was
shivered in his hand.

The honour of Don Ignacio Trueno Relampago
was never in greater danger, for he instantly turned
much whiter than his own pocket-handkerchief: but

3 — Always get a good dinner.
4 — In all bargains be winner.
5 — Cool your red wine with white.
6 — Turn day into night.
7 — Give the bailiff the slip.
8 — Make the world fill your scrip.
9 — Make your convert a slave.
10 — To your king play the knave.

Chorus. — Those ten commandments make but two —
All things for me, and none for yoit,

Tra lara, tra lara.


the Spaniard is a brave fellow, after all ; and seeing
that I drew out my pistols, he drew his sword,
ordered his troopers to mount, and prepared for
battle. But, who can fight against fortune ? Our
horses, which had been picketed at a few yards'
distance in the depth of the shade, were gone. A
French battalion of tirailleurs, accidentally coming
on our route, had surrounded the grove, and carried
off the horses unperceived, while our gallant troopers
where chorusing the songster. The sentinel left in
charge of them had, of course, given way to the
allurements of " sweet nature's kind restorer, balmy
sleep," and awoke only to find himself in French

Don Ignacio would have fought a legion of fiends;
but seven hundred and fifty sharpshooters were a
much more unmanageable affair ; and on our holding
a council of war, (which never fights,) and with a
whole circle of bayonets glittering at our breasts, I
advised a surrender without loss of time. The troop-
ers were already disarmed, and the Don, appealing
to me as evidence, that he had done all that could be
required by the most punctilious valour, surrendered
his sword with the grace of a hero of romance. The
Frenchmen enjoyed the entire scene prodigiously,
laughed a great deal, drank our healths out of our
own bottles, and finished by a general request, that
the Don would indulge them with an encore of the
chant, which had so tickled their ears during their
advance in the wood. The Don complied, mulyre^
bongre ; and at the conclusion of this feat, the French


colonel, resolved not to be outdone in any thing,
called on one of his subalterns for a song. The sub-
altern hopelessly searched his memory for its lyrical
stores ; but after half a dozen snatches of " chansons,"
and breaking down in them all, he volunteered, in
despair, what he pronounced, " the most popular
love-song in all Italy." Probably not a syllable of it
was understood by any one present but myself; yet
this did not prevent its being applauded to the skies,
and pronounced one of the most brilliant specimens
of Italian sensibility. It was in Latin, and a fierce
attack on the Jesuits, which the young officer, a pal-
pable philosophe, had brought with him from the
symposia of the " Ecole Polytechnique : " —

Mortem norunt animare *
Et tumultus suscitare,
Inter reges, et sedare.

Tanquam sancti adorantur,
Tanquam reges dominantur,
' Tanquam fures deprtedantur.

Dominantur teniporale,
Dominantur spirituale,
Dominantur omnia male.

* Breeders of all foreign wars,
Breeders of all household jars,
Snugly 'scaping all the scars.

Woi"shipp'd, like the saints they make ;
Tyrants, forcing fools to quake ;
Grasping all we brew or bake.

All our souls and bodies ruling.
All our passions hotly schooling,
All our wit and wisdom fooling.


Hos igitur Jesuitas,
Helluones, hypocritas,
Fuge, si coelestia quseras.

Vita namque Christiana
Abhorret ab hac doctrina,
Tanquam ficta et insana.

The colonel of the th'ailleurs was a complete
specimen of the revolutionary soldier. He was a
dashing figure, with a bronzed face ; or at least so
much of it, as I could discover through the most inor-
dinate pair of moustaches ever worn by a warrior. He
was ignorant of everything on earth but his profes-
sion, and laughed at the waste of time in poring
over books ; his travelling-library consisting of but
two, the imperial army-list, and the muster-roll of
his regiment. His family recollections went no
higher than his father, a cobbler in Languedoc. But
he was a capital officer, and the very material for a
chef-de-bataillon ; rough, brave, quick, and as hardy
as iron. Half a dozen scars gave evidence of his
having shared the glories of France on the Rhine,
the Po, and the Danube ; and a cross of the Legion

Lords of all our goods and chattels,

Firebrands of our bigot battles.

When you see them, spring your rattles.

Shun them, as you'd shun the Pest ;
Shun them, teacher, friend, and guest ;
Shun them, north, south, east, and west.

France, her true disease has hit ;
France has made the vagrants flit ;
France has swamp'd the Jesuit.


of Honour showed that his emperor was a different
person from the object of Don Ignacio's cureless
wrath, the war-minister who " made a point of neg-
lecting all possible merit below that of a field-


" His marches are expedient to this town ;
His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
All the unsettled humours of the land,
Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries.
With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens.
Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,
Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,
To make a hazard of new fortunes hfere.
The interruption of their churlish drums
Breaks off more circumstance. They are at hand."


The Frenchman, with all his brusquerie, was civil
enough to regret my capture, " particularly as it^laid
him under the necessity of taking me far from my
route ; his regiment then making forced marches to
Andalusia, to join Dupont's division ; and for the
purpose of secrecy, the strictest orders having been
given that the prisoners which they might make in
the way should be carried along with them." As I
had forwarded my official papers from Galicia to
Castile, and was regarded simply as an English
tourist, I had no sense of personal hazard ; and
putting the best complexion which I could upon my



misadventure, I rode along with the column over hill
and dale, enjoying the various aspects of one of the
most varied and picturesque countries in the world.
Our marches were rapid, but chiefly by night ; thus
evading at once the intolerable heat of the Spanish
day, and collisions with the people. We bivouacked
in the shelter of woods, or in the shadow of hills,
during the sultry hours ; and recommenced our
march in the cool of the eve, with short halts, until
sun-rise. Then we flung ourselves again under the
shade of the trees, and enjoyed those delights of
rest and appetite, which are unknown to all but to
the marchers and fasters for twelve hours together.

But, on our crossing the Sierra Morena, and
taking the direction of Andalusia, the scene was
wholly changed. The country was like one vast
field of battle. The peasants were every where in
arms, villages were seen burning along the horizon,
and our constant vigilance was necessary to guard
against a surprise. Every soldier who lay down to
rest "but a few yards from the column, or who
attempted to forage the villages, was sure to be shot
or stilettoed ; provisions were burned before our
faces ; and even where we were not actually fired on,
the frowns of the population showed sufficiently that
the day of revenge was at hand.

At length we reached the range of hills which
surround the plain of Cordova; yet only just in
time to see the army of 'Dupont marching out from
the city gates, in the direction of Andujar. As I
stood beside the colonel, I could observe, by the


knitting of his brow, that the movement did not
satisfy his military sagacity. " What a quantity of
baggage !" he murmured : " how will it be possible
to carry such a train through the country, or how to
fight, with such an encumbrance embarrassing every
step? — Unless the Spanish generals are the greatest
fools on earth, or unless Dupont has a miracle
worked for him, he must either abandon three-fourths
of his waggons, or be ruined."

But I was now to have a nearer interest in the ex-
pedition. The battalion had no sooner joined the
army on its advance, than I was ordered to appear
before the chief of the staff. The language of this
officer was brief, but expressive.

" You are a spy."

" You are misinformed. I am a gentleman and
an Englishman."

" Look here." He produced a copy of my letter
to the junta of Castile, which some clerk in the
French pay had treacherously transmitted from
Madrid. " What answer have you to this ?"

I flung the letter on the table.

" What right have you to require an answer ? I
have not come voluntarily to the quarters of the
French army ; I am a prisoner ; I am not even in a
military capacity. You would only act in conformity
to the law of nations, by giving me my liberty this
moment ; and I demand that you shall do your duty."

" I shall do it ! If you have any arrangements to
make, you had better lose no time ; for I wait only
the general's signature to my report, to have you
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shot." He turned on his heel. A sergeant with a
couple of grenadiers entered, and I was consigned
for the night to the provost-marshal. How anxiously
I spent that night, I need not say. I was in the
hands of violent men, exasperated by the popular
resistance, and accustomed to disregard life. I
braced myself up to meet my untoward catastrophe,
and determined at least not to disgrace my country
by helpless solicitation. I wrote a few letters, com-
mitted myself to a protection above the passions and
vices of man, wrapped my cloak round me, and sank
into a sound slumber.

I was aroused by the discharge of cannon, and
found the camp in commotion. The Spaniards, under
Reding and Castanos, had, as the colonel antici-
pated, fallen upon our line of march at daybreak,
and cut off a large portion of the baggage-train. It
had been loaded with the church-plate, and general
plunder of Cordova ; and the avarice of the French
had obviously involved them in formidable difficulty.
But, even in the universal tumult, the importance of
my seizure was not forgotten ; and I was ordered to
the rear in charge of a guard. The action now
began on all sides -, the cannonade rapidly deepening
on the flank and centre of the French position, and
the musketry already beginning to rattle on various
points of the line. From the height on which T
stood, the whole scene lay beneath my eye ; and
nothing could have been better worth the specula-
tion of any man — who was not under sentence of
being shot as soon as the struggle was over !


I was aware of the reputation of the French
general. He held a high name among the braves of
the imperial army for the last ten years, and he had
been foremost every where. In the desperate Italian
campaign against the Austrians and Russians; in
the victorious campaign of Austerlitz ; in the san-
guinary campaign of Eylau ; Dupont was one of the
most daring of generals of brigade. — But his pillage
of Cordova had roused the Spanish wrath into
fury ; and the effort to carry off his plunder made it
impossible for him to resist a vigorous attack, even
with his twenty thousand veterans. He had indulged
himself in Cordova, until the broken armies of the
south had found time to rally ; and a force of fifty
thousand men was now marching down upon his
centre. The hills, as far as the eye could range,
were covered with the armed peasantry, moving like
dark clouds over their sides, and descending by
thousands to the field. The battle now raged
furiously in the centre, and the charges of the French
cavalry made fearful gaps in the Spanish battalions.

At length, the rising of the dust on the right
showed that a strong column was approaching,
which might decide the day. My heart beat slow,
as I saw the tricolor floating above its bayonets.
It was the advanced guard, with Dupont at its head
— a force of three thousand men, which had returned
rapidly on its steps, as soon as the sound of the attack
had reached it. It was boldly resisted by the
Swiss and Walloon brigades of the Spanish line :


but the French fire was heavy, its raanceuvre was
daring, and I began to fear for the fate of the day ;
when a loud explosion, and a hurried movement, at
the extreme of the French position, turned my eyes
to the left wing. There the Spanish attack had
swept every thing before it. Brigade after brigade
was giving way, and the country was covered with
scattered horsemen, infantry retiring in disorder, and
broken and captured guns. The peasantry, too, had
joined in the pursuit, and the whole wing seemed ut-
terly ruined.

To retrieve this disorder was now hopeless ; for the
French general had extended his line to the extra-
ordinary length of ten miles. His baggage-train
was his ruin. The whole Spanish line now ad-
vanced, shouting, and only halting at intervals to
cannonade the enemy. The French returned a feeble
fire, and began to retreat. But retreat was now im-
possible, and they must fight, or be massacred. At
this moment I saw an officer, from the spot where
Dupont sat on his charger, surrounded by his staff,
gallop between the two armies. He was met by a
Spanish officer. The firing ceased. — Dupont had
surrendered, with all the troops in Andalusia !

I was now at liberty, and I was received by the
Spanish commander-in-chief with the honours due
to my mission and my country. After mutual con-
gratulations on this most brilliant day, I expressed
my wish to set off for Madrid without delay. An
escort of cavalry was ordered for me, and by mid-


night I had left behind me the slaughter and the
triumph, the noblest of Spanish fields, the immortal
Baylen !

The night was singularly dark ; and as the by-
roads of the Peninsula are confessedly among the
most original specimens of the road-making art, our
attention was chiefly occupied, for the first hour, in
finding our way in Indian file. At length, on the
country's opening, I rode forward to the head of the
troop, and addressed some questions, on our dis-
tance from the next town, to the officer. He at once
pronounced my name, and my astonishment was not
less than his own. In the commandant of the
escort I found my gallant, though most wayward,
friend, Lafontaine !

His story was brief. In despair of removing
Mordecai's reluctance to their marriage, and wholly
unable to bring over Mariamne to his own opinion,
that she would act the wiser part in taking the
chances of the world along with himself; he had re-
solved to enter the Russian, or the Turkish service,
or any other, in which he had the speediest probabi-
lity of ending his career by a bullet or a sabre-blow.
The accidental rencontre of one of his relations, an
officer high in the Spanish service, had led him into
the Peninsula ; where, as a Royalist, he was warmly
received by a people devoted to their kings ; and
had just received a commission in the cavalry of
the guard, when the French war broke out. He felt
no scruples in acting as a soldier of Spain ; for, with
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the death of Louis, he had regarded all his national
ties as broken, and he was now a citizen of the world.

I ventured to mention the name of Mariamne ;
and I found that, there at least, inconstancy had no
place. He spoke of her with eloquent tenderness,
and it was evident that, with all his despair of ever
seeing her again, she still held the first place in his
heart. In this wandering, yet by no means painful,
interchange of thoughts, we moved on for some
hours ; when one of the advanced troopers rode back,
to tell us that he had heard firing in the distance.

We galloped forward, and from the brow of the
next hill saw flames rising from a village in the valley
beneath, and a skirmish going on between some
marauding troops and the peasantry. Lafontaine
instantly ordered an advance ; and our whole troop
were soon in the centre of the village, busily era-
ployed with the pistol and sabre. The French, taken
by surprise, made but a slight resistance, and, after
a few random shots, ran to a neighbouring wood.

I was in the act of congratulating him, on his easy
success, when he pointed out to me a Spanish post-
carriage, driven at a desperate rate towards the neigh-
bouring wood; a French soldier was on the foremost
mule, and a couple of dragoons were in full gallop
along with him. It was evident that they were carry-
ing off a prisoner, and probably the plunder of the
village. Our whole party were instantly in pursuit,
and we came up with them as the carriage-wheel
became entangled in the thicket. One of the dra-


goons fired ; Lafontaine knocked him off his horse,
with a blow of his sabre, and threw open the door of
the carriage. Within, I could only discover, by the
light of a lantern, that there was a human figure ;
but it lay as if dead, on a heap of plate and other
valuables, evidently the pillage of the party.

Turning to Lafontaine, I asked, " what was to be
done with our capture ?" but he made me no answer.
He had dismounted, and to my great alarm, I saw
that the shot of the dragoon had taken effect ; his
sword arm had been hit, and his countenance ex-
hibited excessive pain.

The villagers, by this time, had crowded round us,
and my first enquiry was, for some shelter for my
wounded friend. I was answered, that we were but
a few hundred yards from the mansion of a " hi-
dalgo," of great wealth, and known for his muni-
ficence to the people. As the stranger seemed to be
as much in hazard as my friend, I ordered them both
to be taken to the house of the hidalgo. Our pro-
cession now moved on through the forest, accom-
panied by many a viva, until we arrived within sight
of the mansion.

Even in that moment of anxiety, and with scarcely
more than the first dawn to guide us, I could not
help being struck with the cultivated beauty of the
avenue through which we passed, and the pro-
fusion and variety of the flowers, which now began
to breathe their opening incense to the dawn. The
house was old, but large and handsome, and the fur-
niture of the apartment into which we were shown,



was singularly tasteful and costly. Who the owner
was, seemed scarcely known among the bold fellows
who accompanied us ; but by their pointings to their
foreheads, and their making the sign of the cross at
every repetition of my enquiries, I was inclined to
think him some escaped lunatic. I shortly, however,
received a message from him, to tell me, that so
soon as the crowd should be dismissed, he would
visit the officer. The apartment was cleared, and he

This was a new wonder for me. It was Mordecai
that entered the room. The light was still so im-
perfect, that for a while he could not recognise either
of us ; and when I advanced to take his hand, and
addressed him by his name, he started back as if he
had trod upon a snake.

But recovering himself, he held out his hand and
said, " Sir, you have done me a service too serious this
morning, to allow me to stand upon ceremony with
you. You, and your friend, are welcome to all that
my house can offer. — But I must beg of you not to
repeat my name in the presence of my servants. This
is the country of prejudices."

He was evidently enfeebled by the events of the
hour, for he proceeded in a faint tone, to tell us,
that he had been the prisoner, whom we rescued ;
the French skirmishers having plundered his house
of its plate, and carried him away, in the hope of a
ransom, or to death, if the hope failed them. I now
announced myself; and whether from a sense of
safety, or the recollection of other times, he heard it


with unequivocal gladness. He M^as now in full pos-
session of all his faculties. An hour before^ he had
been in hands, from which he received only insults,
and expected only death. He almost embraced me.
He was profuse in his gratitude to us all ; declared,
that to me and my brave friend, he was indebted
infinitely more than he could ever repay. He was

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