his eye fell on his aide-de-camp's face, "remember me to your sister"-the famous Hester Stanhope, Pitt's niece, to whom Moore was engaged. Life was fast and visibly sinking, but he said, “I feel myself so strong, I fear I shall be long dying."

But he was not: death came swiftly and almost painlessly. Wrapped in a soldier's cloak he was carried by the light of torches to a grave hastily dug in the citadel at Corunna; and far off to the south, as the sorrowing officers stood round the grave of their dead chief, could be heard from time to time the sound of Soult's guns, yet in sullen retreat. The scene is made immortal in Wolfe's noble lines:

"Few and short were the prayers we said,
And we spoke not a word of sorrow,

But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead,
And we bitterly thought of the morrow.

"We thought as we hollowed his narrow Bed,

And smoothed down his lonely pillow,

That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head,
And we far away on the billow."

Borrow, in his "Bible in Spain," says that in the Spanish imagination strange legends gather round that lonely tomb. The peasants speak of it with awe. A great soldier of foreign speech and blood lies there. Great treasures, they whisper, were buried in it! Strange demons keep watch over it! "Yes, even in Spain, immortality has already crowned the head of MooreSpain, the land of oblivion, where the Guadalete flows."

WELLINGTON AT SALAMANCA

JULY 22, 1812

"Salamanca was the first decided victory gained by the allies in the Peninsula. In former actions the French had been repulsed; here they were driven headlong, as it were, before a mighty wind without help or stay. ... And the shock, reaching even to Moscow, heaved and shook the colossal structure of Napoleon's power to its very base."-Napier.

"I saw him [Wellington] late in the evening of that great day, when the advancing flashes of cannon and musketry, stretching as far as the eye could command in the darkness, showed how well the field was won; he was alone, the flush of victory was on his brow, his eyes were eager and watchful, but his voice was calm and even gentle. More than the rival of Marlborough, for he had defeated greater generals than Marlborough ever encountered, with a prescient pride he seemed only to accept this glory as an earnest of greater things.”—Idem.

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T was a French officer who condensed the story of Salamanca into the epigram that it was the battle in which 40,000 men had been beaten in forty minutes.” In an epigram, truth is usually sacrificed to picturesqueness, and this oft-quoted saying is in open quarrel with fact. The battle of Salamanca lasted, not forty minutes, but six hours. Yet, in dramatic quality, it is one of the most remarkable fights in modern history; and the tactics of the three or four weeks which preceded it the marches and counter-marches, the tangled manœuvring, the swift thrust and swifter parry of two great masters in the art of war— -are almost as dramatic in their features as the battle itself.

Salamanca was fought on July 22, 1812. A little more than a month earlier on June 13-Wellington crossed the Portuguese border, and began the movement designed to drive the French out of Spain. It was a step of singular daring. Wellington had under his nominal command some 90,000 men, but they were widely scattered, composed of four different nationalities, were ill supplied and worse paid, and the number under his immediate command did not reach 50,000. The French, on the other hand, had 300,000 soldiers in Spain, of one blood and discipline, veterans in war, and led by generals trained in Napoleon's school and familiar with victory. Marmont, who directly confronted Wellington on the east, had 70,000 men under his standard; but the French system of "making war sustain war”—of feeding an army, that is, by supplies taken from the enemy-caused Marmont's troops to be widely scattered. Yet he had 52,000 present with the eagles. Marmont, too, had Madrid, strongly held by Napoleon's brother Joseph, behind him. Soult, to the south, held Andalusia with 56,000 men; Souham held the Asturias to the north with 38,000; Suchet had 76,000 men in Catalonia and Valencia.

Wellington's plan was to leap on Salamanca, capture it, and, if possible, crush or defeat Marmont before reinforcements could reach him. He thrust hard and fiercely, that is, at the French centre, and calculated that the thrust would draw the widely-scattered French armies from the extremities, and so, with one stroke, clear northern and southern Spain. In any case, the march to Salamanca and Madrid must bring Soult hurrying up from the south, as otherwise his com