XVIII. And therefore we must give the greater number In ditches, fields, or wheresoe'er they felt Their clay for the last time their souls encumber ;Thrice happy he whose name has been well spelt In the despatch: I knew a man whose loss Was printed Grove, although his name was Grose. (1) 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 Indeed he could not. XXII. But what if he had? There have been and are heroes who begun With something not much better, or as bad: Frederic the Great from Molwitz deign'd to run, For the first and last time; for, like a pad, Or hawk, or bride, most mortals after one Warm bout are broken into their new tricks, And fight like fiends for pay or politics. XXIII. He was what Erin calls, in her sublime Old Erse or Irish, or it may be Punic; (The antiquarians (1) who can settle time, Which settles all things, Roman, Greek, or Runic, Swear that Pat's language sprung from the same clime With Hannibal, and wears the Tyrian tunic Of Dido's alphabet; and this is rational As any other notion, and not national) ; (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 XXVI. I almost lately have begun to doubt pave hell." (1) Whether hell's pavement-if it be so pavedMust 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. ] For a much longer time; then, like an ass— (Start not, kind reader, since great Homer thought This simile enough for Ajax, Juan Perhaps may find it better than a new one);— XXX. Then, like an ass, he went upon his way, He stumbled on, to try if he could find A path, to add his own slight arm and forces XXXI. Perceiving then no more the commandant Of his own corps, nor even the corps, which had It was not marvellous that a mere lad, XXXII. Perceiving nor commander nor commanded, |