Anthony was, at the Restoration made 'Halberdier of the Guns' at Plymouth Citadel, and Sir Godfrey Kneller was commissioned by the King to paint Anthony's portrait. It was engraved as a frontispiece to the 1st vol. of C. S. Gilbert's 'History of Cornwall,' and the picture itself was afterwards sold for £800. And here it may perhaps be added that at the siege of Plymouth another Cornish man, John Langherne, of Tregavethan, of huge strength and stature, being seven feet six inches high, 'Rid up,' as Tonkin tells us, 'to one of the gates of the Town, and stuck his sword in it so deep that two strong men could not possibly pull it out.'--(Borlase's Additional MSS.) It is gratifying to learn that the Cornishmen demeaned themselves so well at Lansdowne; but the victory was far too dearly bought. Clarendon goes on to say: 'In this battle, on the King's part, there were more officers and gentlemen of quality slain, than common men; and more hurt than slain. That which would have clouded any victory, and made the loss of others less spoken of, was the death of Sir Bevil Grenville. He was indeed an excellent person, whose activity, interest, and reputation was the foundation of what had been done in Cornwall; and his temper and affection so publick, that no accident which happened could make any impressions in him; and his example kept others from taking anything ill, or at least seeming to do so. In a word, _a brighter courage, and a gentler disposition_, were never married together to make the most chearful and innocent conversation.' 'Clarendon's immortals,' says Forster, 'still lie unwithered' on Sir Bevill's grave. A monument, erected by his grandson George Lord Lansdowne, marks the spot where our hero fell.[31] On the north side of the monument was inscribed: 'Conquest or death was all his thought, so fire Either o'ercomes, or does itself expire. His courage work'd like flames, cast heat about, Here, there, on this, on that side, none gave out; Nor any pike in that renowned stand, But took new force from his inspiring hand. Soldier encourag'd soldier, man urg'd man, And he urg'd all, so much example can. Hurt upon hurt, wound upon wound did call, He was the mark, the butt, the aim of all; His soul this while retired from cell to cell, At last flew up from all, and then he fell; But the devoted stand enrag'd the more From that his fate, played hotter than before; And proud to fall with him, sworn not to yield, Each sought an honour'd grave, and won the field, Thus he being fall'n, his actions fought anew And the dead conquer'd, whilst the living flew.' The remaining lines are those quoted as Sir Bevill's epitaph on the fine monument to his memory,[32] and to that of the great Sir Richard, at the old Church of Kilkhampton, where both of them must have often worshipped. The epitaph runs as follows: