Being grenadiers, they mounted one by one, XVI. And this was admirable; for so hot The fire was, that were red Vesuvius loaded, Besides its lava, with all sorts of shot And shells or hells, it could not more have goaded. Of officers a third fell on the spot, A thing which victory by no means boded To gentlemen engaged in the assault: Hounds, when the huntsman tumbles, are at fault. XVII. But here I leave the general concern, To track our hero on his path of fame : For fifty thousand heroes, name by name, (1) ["Les troupes, déjà débarquées, se portèrent à droite pour s'emparer d'un batterie; et celles débarquées plus bas, principalement composées des grenadiers de Fanagorie, escaladaient le retranchement et la palissade."— Hist. de la Nouvelle Russie, tom. iii. p. 210.] XVIII. And therefore we must give the greater number XIX. Juan and Johnson join'd a certain corps, And fought away with might and main, not knowing The way which they had never trod before, And still less guessing where they might be going; But on they march'd, dead bodies trampling o'er, Firing, and thrusting, slashing, sweating, glowing, But fighting thoughtlessly enough to win, To their two selves, one whole bright bulletin. XX. Thus on they wallow'd in the bloody mire Of dead and dying thousands,-sometimes gaining A yard or two of ground, which brought them nigher To some odd angle for which all were straining; At other times, repulsed by the close fire, Which really pour'd as if all hell were raining Instead of heaven, they stumbled backwards o'er A wounded comrade, sprawling in his gore. (1) A fact: see the Waterloo Gazettes. I recollect remarking at the time to a friend:-" There is fame! a man is killed, his name is Grose, and they print it Grove." I was at college with the deceased, who was a very amiable and clever man, and his society in great request for his wit, gaiety, and "Chansons à boire." XXI. Though 't was Don Juan's first of fields, and though Perhaps might make him shiver, yawn, or throw XXII. Indeed he could not. But what if he had? Or hawk, or bride, most mortals after one XXIII. He was what Erin calls, in her sublime Which settles all things, Roman, Greek, or Runic, (1) See General Valancey and Sir Lawrence Parsons. XXIV. But Juan was quite "a broth of a boy," In such good company as always throng XXV. But always without malice: if he warr'd Or loved, it was with what we call " the best Intentions," which form all mankind's trump card, To be produced when brought up to the test. The statesman, hero, harlot, lawyer-ward Off each attack, when people are in quest Of their designs, by saying they meant well; 'Tis pity" that such meaning should pave hell." (1) XXVI. I almost lately have begun to doubt Whether hell's pavement-if it be so paved — Must not have latterly been quite worn out, Not by the numbers good intent hath saved, But by the mass who go below without Those ancient good intentions, which once shaved And smooth'd the brimstone of that street of hell Which bears the greatest likeness to Pall Mall. (1) The Portuguese proverb says that "hell is paved with good intentions." XXVII. Juan, by some strange chance, which oft divides XXVIII. I don't know how the thing occurr'd—it might About; a circumstance which has confounded Of his whole army, which so much abounded XXIX. Juan, who had no shield to snatch, and was Stopp'd for a minute, as perhaps he ought (1) ["The Nervii marched to the number of sixty thousand, and fell upon Cæsar, as he was fortifying his camp, and had not the least notion of so sudden an attack. They first routed his cavalry, and then surrounded the twelfth and the seventh legions, and killed all the officers. Had not Cæsar snatched a buckler from one of his own men, forced his way through the combatants before him, and rushed upon the barbarians; or had not the tenth legion, seeing his danger, ran from the heights where they were posted, and mowed down the enemy's ranks, not one Roman would have survived the battle."- PLUTARCH. ] |