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affairs allies appeared arms army arrived artillery attack Badajoz battery battle breach bridge British called Captain carried castle cavalry centre Ciudad Rodrigo close Colonel column command communication continued convoy corps covered defence desired detachment directed division effect enemy England English entered expected field fight fire five flank followed force formed four France French front garrison ground guard guns Hill hundred immediately infantry Italy joined king latter light Lord Wellington loss Madrid Marmont means Meanwhile military moved movement night observed occupied officers operations orders partidas party passed persons Portugal Portuguese position posts province re-enforced rear regiments remained retired retreat returned river road sent side siege soldiers Soult Spain Spaniards Spanish strong success Suchet supply supported Tagus taken Tarragona thousand took town troops turned Valencia Villa whole
Page 218 - When the extent of the night's havoc was made known to Lord Wellington, the firmness of his nature gave way for a moment and the pride of conquest yielded to a passionate burst of grief for the loss of his gallant soldiers.
Page 218 - Shameless rapacity, brutal intemperance, savage lust, cruelty and murder, shrieks and piteous lamentations, groans, shouts, imprecations, the hissing of fires bursting from the houses, the crashing of doors and windows, and the reports of muskets used in violence, resounded for two days and nights in the streets of Badajos...
Page 218 - ... perished on the breach at the head of the stormers, and with him nearly all the volunteers for that desperate service! Who shall describe the springing valour of that Portuguese grenadier who was killed, the foremost man at the Santa Maria? or the martial fury of that desperate...
Page 215 - ... gathered ; and with such a strong resolution did he lead them up the fatal ruins, that when one behind him in falling plunged a bayonet into his back, he complained not, but continuing his course was shot dead within a yard of the sword-blades.
Page 217 - Philippon, who was wounded, seeing all ruined, passed the bridge with a few hundred soldiers, and entered San Cristoval, where they all surrendered early the next morning upon summons to Lord Fitzroy Somerset, who had with great readiness pushed through the town to the drawbridge ere they had time to organize further resistance.
Page 213 - For an instant the light division stood on the brink of the ditch, amazed at the terrific sight ; but then, with a shout that matched even the sound of the explosion...
Page 342 - ... late in the evening of that great day, when the advancing flashes of cannon and musketry, stretching as far as the eye could command, showed in the darkness how well the field was won, He was alone — the flush of victory was on his brow, and his eyes were eager and watchful ; but his voice was calm, and even gentle. More than the rival of Marlborough, since he had defeated greater warriors than Marlborough ever encountered, with a prescient pride he seemed only to accept this glory as an earnest...
Page 214 - ... the foremost being set, the planks moved, and the unhappy soldiers, falling forward on the spikes, rolled down upon the ranks behind. Then the Frenchmen, shouting at the success of their stratagem, and leaping forward, plied their shot with terrible rapidity, for every man had several muskets ; and each musket, in addition to its ordinary charge, contained a small cylinder of wood stuck full of leaden slugs, which scattered like hail when they were discharged.
Page 215 - ... did not much notice it after the partial failure of one attack which had been made early. Gathering in dark groups and leaning on their muskets, they looked up with sullen desperation at the Trinidad, while the enemy, stepping out on the ramparts, and aiming their shots by the light of the fire-balls which they threw over, asked as their victims fell, " Why they did not come into Badajos...