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fierce and thick. The English infantry; trained in the wars of Flanders, stood their ground with great courage. But their extended files were pierced and broken in many places by the close masses of the clans; and in the personal struggle which ensued, the nature of the Highlanders? arms, and their extraordinary fierceness and activity, gave them a decided superiority over those who had been accustomed to trust much to their array and discipline, and felt that the one was broken and the other useless. Waverley; as he cast his eyes toward this scene of smoke and slaughter, observed Colonel G- , deserted by his own soldiers in spite of all: his attempts to rally them, yet spurring bis horse through the field to take the command of a small body of infantry, who, with their backs arranged against the wall of his own park, (for his house was close by the field of battle) continued a desperate and unavailing resistance. Waverley could perceive that he had already received many wounds, his clothes and saddle being marked with blood. To save this good and brave man, became the instant object of Ed. ward's anxious exertions. But he only could witness his fall. Ere Edward could make his way among the Highlanders, who, furious and eager for spoil, now thronged upon each other, he saw his former commander brought from his horse by the blow of a scythe, and beheld him receive, while on the ground, more wounds than would have let out twenty lives. When Waverley came up, however, perception had not entirely fled. The dying warrior seemed to recognize Edward, for le fixed his eye upon him with an upbraiding yet sorrowful look, and appeared to struggle for utterance. But he felt that death was dealing closely with him, and resigning his purpose, and folding his hands as if in devotion, he gave up his soul to his Creator. The look with which he regarded Waverley in his dying mo
ments did not strike him so deeply at that crisis of hürry and confusion, as when it recurred to his imagination at the distance of some time.
Loud shouts of triumph now echoed over the whole field. The battle was fought and won, and the whole baggage, artillery, and military stores of tlie regu-lar army remained in possession of the victors. Never was a victory more complete. Scarce any escaped froin' the battle, excepting the cavalry who had left it at the very onset, and even these were broken'into different parties and scattered all over the country. So far as our tale is concerned, we have only to relate the fate of Balinaw happle, wlio, mounted on a horse as headstrong and stiff-necked as his 'rider, pursued the flight of the dragoons above four miles from the field of battle, when some dozen of the fugitives took heart of grace, turned round, and cleaving his skull with their broad-swords, satisfied the world that the unfortunate gentleman
had actually brains, the end of his life thus giving proof of a fact greatly doubted during its progress. His death was lamented by few. Most who knew him agreed in the pithy observation of Ensign Maccombich, that there “ was mair tint (lost) at Sherriff-Muir." His friend, Lieutenant Jinker, bent his eloquence only to exculpate liis favourite mare from any share in contributing to the catastrophe. “He had tauld the laird a thousand times," he said, “ that it was a burning shame to pit a martingale upon the puir .thing, when he would ride her wi'a curb of half a yard lang; and that he could na but bring him. sel (no to say her) to some mischief, by bringing her down, or otherwise; whereas if he had had a wee bit rinning ring on the snafle, she wad a rein'd as cannily as a cadger's ponie." · Such was the elegy of the Laird of Balmawhapple.
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