The tears rose in the eyes of Redmond, Captain Hardinge, and the soldiers who stood near; all of whom now assisted in removing the general behind a wall which sheltered him from the enemy's battery.

"Mr. Allan," said he, as they laid him down, "your regiment has behaved nobly-tell Colonel Howard I have said so-you have all done your duty gallantly. Is the village taken?” enemy are flying before our

"It is your excellency; and the troops," replied Redmond.

"That is as it should be," observed the chief, with a smile of heartfelt satisfaction.

"But," continued Redmond, 66 our excellent colonel is no more." "Killed!" exclaimed the general. "Poor Howard," continued he, after a short pause, “he was one of my best--but, thank heaven, he has covered himself with glory."

A blanket was now ready, and the bleeding general was placed carefully on it. As this was being done, Captain Hardinge and Redmond offered to unbuckle the general's waist-belt and remove his sword, which they observed touched his shattered arm, and might give pain; but the hero, seeing their intention, said to the officers

"It is well as it is-I had rather it should go out of the field with me."

Six soldiers of the 42nd now gently raised the blanket from the ground, and proceeded slowly towards the town. When they had carried him from behind the wall where he had lain, he desired them to stop.

"Turn me round," said he, " and let me see them once more." The soldiers obeyed, and the dying general fixed his eyes steadily on the now distant troops, who were in hot fight and victorious pursuit.

"That is your regiment ascending the hill, Mr. Allan. Gallant fellows, go on with your victory."

Then turning to Captain Hardinge, he asked whether he could see the 42nd or not; on which the aid-du-camp pointed out where that corps was still fighting.

"Are they advancing, Hardinge?—my sight is weak.”

"Yes your excellency—it is their firing you now hear," replied the captain.

"Hark!-yes!-yes!-they are advancing-the firing grows Glorious fellows!-thank God!"

fainter.

He paused a little-closed his eyes a moment; and then heaving a deep sigh, turned to the men who carried him, and said—" Now, soldiers, take me away."

He then rested his gaze on the dreadful wound, and having surveyed it with calm attention for a few moments, laid back his head on the blanket, and closed his eyes, exhausted.

The officers would have proceeded with him to Corunna, but he requested them to remain in the field. A sergeant and two spare files were now directed to walk beside him: and thus the bleeding chief was carried from the field of his glory.

Redmond proceeded to join his corps, and Captain Hardinge to bear the sad tidings of Sir John Moore's fall to General Hope, on whom devolved the command.

Whilst the French were foiled in their main strength and beaten completely on the right, their efforts on the left and centre were equally unsuccessful; and the victorious Britons, after having made their assailants fly in all quarters, stood firmly in their position when the night closed over the field.

As the evening grew into twilight, the body of Colonel Howard was searched for among the dead: it was found and buried by his men, deeply regretted by all. The wounded of the regiment, amongst whom were two captains and six subalterns, were collected and sent into Corunna. The embarkation proceeded through the night; brigade after brigade filed off to the ships, leaving strong piquets, and two thousand men, as a rear guard, under Majorgeneral Beresford. The boats were all in readiness, and the whole of the army, except the rear guard, was embarked before day-light next morning.

Sir John Moore expired a few hours after he had been wounded; and his body would have been conveyed to England by the soldiers who loved him, but that he expressed a wish to be buried where he fell on the ground of his victory-the best grave of a soldier. And they made him a grave—a glorious grave: the hands

of his victorious warriors dug the earth, and their tears sanctified it; the night-star was his funeral torch, and the billows of the ocean sung his holy dirge. He was carried to the ramparts next the sea, by the high chiefs of his army, and there laid in the earth -his body still in the martial covering which in life ornamented him, but which now received a lustre from his blood, more brilliant than its gold. They laid him in the calm and quiet grave, his countenance as in life, mild and benignant; he seemed asleep -and it was a sleep-a sweet sleep: peace-peace-peace be o'er his cold bed! Let no disturber of the honoured dead e'er stand upon the earth above his breast, or carve upon it ought but glory." Let no rough winds blow over it, to scatter the consecrated dust of the hero; but let the soft and gentle breezes of kind nature murmur hallowed songs upon his pillow!

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The morning dawned-the crowded beach was deserted-the rear guard's last files were in the boats-the Spaniards were gazing at their parting hopes, sad and sullen-the ships were ready to weigh the French guns, from a height which commanded the harbour, now impotently fired; and now the last boat had pushed off from the shore.

The transports were soon under weigh, the wind was tolerably fair, and the victors of Corunna set sail for England, carrying with them the admiration of their gallant but defeated foes, who stood upon the shore, and saw their hoped-for prize pass from their power into the bosom of the British kingdom-the sea.

Tales of Military Life.

A DERVISH'S STORY.

In the reign of the Caliph Haroun-al-Rashid, of happy memory, lived in the city of Bagdad a celebrated barber, of the name of Ali Sakal. He was so famous for a steady hand, and dexterity in his profession, that he could shave a head, and trim a beard and whiskers, with his eyes blind-folded, without once drawing blood. There was not a man of any fashion at Bagdad who did not employ him; and such a run of business had he, that at length he became proud and insolent, and would scarcely ever touch a head,

whose master was not at least a Beg or an Aga. Wood for fuel was always scarce and dear at Bagdad; and, as his shop consumed a great deal, the wood-cutters brought their loads to him in preference, almost sure of meeting with a ready sale. It happened one day, that a poor wood-cutter, new in his profession, and ignorant of the character of Ali Sakal, went to his shop, and offered him for sale a load of wood, which he had just brought from a considerable distance in the country, on his ass: Ali immediately offered him a price, making use of these words, "for all the wood that was upon the ass." The wood-cutter agreed, unloaded his beast, and asked for the money. "You have not given me all the wood yet," said the barber; "I must have the pack-saddle (which is chiefly made of wood) into the bargain; and that was our agreement." "How!" said the other, in great amazement, who ever heard of such a bargain ?—it is impossible.” In short, after many words and much altercation, the over-bearing barber seized the pack-saddle, wood and all, and sent away the poor peasant in great distress. He immediately ran to the Cadi, and stated his griefs: the Cadi was one of the barber's customers, and refused to hear the case. The wood-cutter applied to a higher judge he also patronized Ali Sakal, and made light of the complaint. The poor man then appealed to the Mufti himself; who, having pondered over the question, whilst he sipped half a dozen cups of coffee, and smoked as many pipes, at length settled, that it was too difficult a case for him to decide, no provision being made for it in the Korân, and therefore he must put up with his loss. The wood-cutter was not disheartened; but forthwith got a scribe to write a petition to the Caliph in person, which he duly presented on Friday, the day when he went in state to the mosque. The Caliph's punctuality in reading petitions is well known, and it was not long before the wood-cutter was called to his presence. When he had approached the Caliph he kneeled and kissed the ground, and then placing his arms straight before him, his hands covered with the sleeves of his cloak, and his feet close together, he awaited the decision of his case. 66 Friend," said the Caliph, "the barber has words on his side-you have equity on yours. The law must be defined by words, and agreements must be made by words: the

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former must have its course, or it is nothing; and agreements must be kept, or there would be no faith between man and man ; therefore the barber must keep all his wood; but-" Then calling the wood-cutter close to him, the Caliph whispered something in his ear, which none but he could hear, and then sent him away quite satisfied.

The wood-cutter having made his obeisances, returned to his ass, which was tied without, took it by the halter, and proceeded to his home. A few days after, he applied to the barber, as if nothing had happened between them, requesting that he, and a companion of his from the country, might enjoy the dexterity of his hand; and the price at which both operations were to be performed was settled. When the wood-cutter's crown had been properly shorn, Ali Sakal asked where his companion was. "He is just standing without here," said the other," and he shall come in presently." Accordingly he went out; and returned, leading his ass after him by the halter. "This is my companion," said he, "and you must shave him." "Shave him! "exclaimed the barber in the greatest surprise; "it is enough that I have consented to demean myself by touching you, and do you insult me by asking me to do as much to your ass? Away with you, or I'll send you both to Jehanum." And forthwith he drove them both out of his shop.

The wood-cutter immediately went to the Caliph, was admitted to his presence, and related his case. ""Tis well," said the commander of the faithful; "bring Ali Sakal and his razors to me this instant," he exclaimed to one of his officers; and in the course of ten minutes the barber stood before him. 66

Why do you refuse to shave this man's companion?" said the Caliph to the barber:

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was not that your agreement?" Ali kissing the ground, answered: ""Tis true, O Caliph, that such was our agreement; but who ever made a companion of an ass before? or who ever before thought of treating it like a true believer?" "You may say right," said the Caliph: "but, at the same time, who ever thought of insisting upon a pack-saddle being included in a load of wood? No, no, it is the wood-cutter's turn now. To the ass immediately, or you know the consequences." The barber was then obliged to