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, And, what was stranger, never look'd behind; He stumbled on, to try if he could find 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, An" ignis fatuus;" or as sailors stranded Rush'd where the thickest fire announced most foes.(1) XXXIII. He knew not where he was, nor greatly cared, The hour, as is the case with lively brains; XXXIV. And as he rush'd along, it came to pass he Fell in with what was late the second column, Under the orders of the General Lascy, But now reduced, as is a bulky volume Into an elegant extract (much less massy) Of heroism, and took his place with solemn Air 'midst the rest, who kept their valiant faces And levell❜d weapons still against the glacis. (1) [" N'appercevant plus le commandant du corps dont je faisais partie, et ignorant où je devais porter mes pas, je crus reconnoître le lieu où le rempart était situé; on y faisait un feu assez vif, que je jugeai être celui du général-major de Lascy." -Hist. de la N. R. p. 210.] (2) Gunpowder is said to have been discovered by this friar. [N. B. Though Friar Bacon seems to have discovered gunpowder, he had the humanity not to record his discovery in intelligible language. — E.] VOL. XVI. XXXV. Just at this crisis up came Johnson too, Who had "retreated," as the phrase is when Men run away much rather than go through Destruction's jaws into the devil's den; But Johnson was a clever fellow, who Knew when and how " to cut and come again," And never ran away, except when running Was nothing but a valorous kind of cunning. XXXVI. And so, when all his corps were dead or dying, [thews,On its own strength, with careless nerves and Johnson retired a little, just to rally Those who catch cold in " shadows of Death's valley." XXXVII. And there, a little shelter'd from the shot, By Christian soldiery, a single spot Which did not combat like the devil, as yet,He found a number of Chasseurs, all scatter'd By the resistance of the chase they batter❜d. XXXVIII. And these he call'd on; and, what's strange, they came Says Hotspur, long ere they will leave their Their reasons were uncertainty, or shame [home.(1) At shrinking from a bullet or a bomb, And that odd impulse, which in wars or creeds XXXIX. By Jove! he was a noble fellow, Johnson, And though his name, than Ajax or Achilles, Sounds less harmonious, underneath the sun soon We shall not see his likeness: he could kill his Man quite as quietly as blows the monsoon Her steady breath (which some months the same still is): Seldom he varied feature, hue, or muscle, And could be very busy without bustle; XL. And therefore, when he ran away, he did so He would find others who would fain be rid so Oft are soon closed, all heroes are not blind, (1) [Glendower. "I can call spirits from the vasty deep. XLI. But Johnson only ran off, to return With many other warriors, as we said, And led them back into the heaviest fire. XLII. Egad! they found the second time what they Of glory, and all that immortal stuff That daily shilling which makes warriors tough)— They found on their return the self-same welcome, Which made some think, and others know, a hell come. XLIII. They fell as thick as harvests beneath hail, ["the dread of something after death,— The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns." - Hamlet.] |