Another bloody work ensued Which the brave Nap with rapture view’d-- He near four thousand prisoners had, The number almost drove him mad; Because so many men to feed, Required a deal of food indeed. He chid his troops for being so good, And said such mercy was of no good. Resolv’d to get rid of his burthen, (Tho’ Kleber ventur’d to demur then,) He bade his troops the men surround, And march them to a rising ground; The soldiers did as he directed, And they by Boney were inspected; It seems our hero was inclin’d If _’twas his interest_, to be kind; Now Nap, among these Captives rude, An aged Janizary view’d; And, with a contumacious sneer, Said he ‘Old man, what brought you here!’ The Janizary, no way frighten’d, Although unconscious how it might end, Replied ‘That question soon I can, Sir, By asking you a like one, answer, To serve your Sultan, you’ll rejoin-- And the same answer now is mine.’ This frankness all around delighted, And admiration, too, excited. Behold--our very hero smiled, As if he had been reconciled. That smile, some whispered, is a gracious one, This guess was not, tho’, a sagacious one; The Janizary was not spared, His fellow-prisoners’ fate he shared; But previously brave Nap withdrew, And at a distance had a view; The signal given--none dared to stop-- The musquetry went pop--pop--pop. Nap thro’ his spy glass marked the fun, And cried out ‘bravo’ when ’twas done-- His soldiers, who the dead surrounded, Humanely stabbed and killed the wounded. Napoleon now turned his attention to the siege of St. Jean d’Acre, where the garrison had the advantage of European aid, besides which, Sir Sydney Smith cruised about the fort, and Napoleon’s battering-train, which had been captured, was duly pointed at the besiegers. He was, besides, called off to help Kleber, who was in an awkward situation at Mount Thabor, and had been fighting Achmet Pasha, who had a considerably superior force, from six in the morning till one in the afternoon. Not one moment too soon did Napoleon make his appearance; but he turned the tide of battle, and the Turks were defeated with the loss of 5,000 or 6,000 men, and all their stores, &c. Back they went to St. Jean d’Acre, and did their best at the siege; but it was not to be. Reinforcements were thrown into the town, Napoleon’s army grew smaller, provisions got scarcer, the plague was in their midst; so, sending his sick and wounded to Jaffa, he raised the siege and began to retreat on May 20.