“His Majesty and his Royal Highness, after having dined in one of the Earl of Cadogan’s tents, went into another, which Prince Eugene took from the Prime Vizier of the Turks, who presented it to the Duke of Marlborough, who afterwards made a present of it to my Lord Cadogan. There was an appearance of about sixty Dukes and other Peers, besides abundance of other persons of distinction, particularly the Bishop of Durham, who was finely mounted, in a lay habit of purple,[43] with jack-boots, and hat cock’d, and black wig ty’d behind him, like a militant officer. But, above all, the eyes of the numerous spectators were on his Majesty, whom they admired for that graceful, easy mien with which he sat on horseback and returned the salutes of the officers, and for the wonderful agility with which he dismounted.” This camp was so famous, that there was a long poem published about it,[44] of which I extract some short portions, as it brings the place, its times and manners, very vividly before us. “Before the Camp, the Cannon find a Place, (Ready to stare the Enemy in the Face,) Mounted, Charg’d, Prim’d, and all things _Toujours Prêt_, To give the daring Rebels an _Arrêt_. Where watchfull Centinells stand (full of Ire,) With Match or Halberts, ready to give Fire. The Warning-Piece, too, stands not far before, Whose harsh Report is watch’d by many a Score, Not only of Drums and Trumpets, for _Tattou_, But of the Mobb, who come to see this Show: And gaping, stand in Crowds on either side, And, in the Firing it, take a mighty Pride. Behind, are plac’d the _Powder-Carriages_, The Cannon’s necessary Equipages; T’ th’ Right is Pitch’d the Master-Gunner’s Tent, Set out with Match, for Use, or Ornament. Facing the Front, are set the Quarter Guard, To give th’ Alarm, in case they shou’d be scar’d. Whose constant Watch, for some strange Enterprize} Does (tho’ the Rest are all at play) suffice,} And takes away all fear of a Surprise.} The Right and the Left wings, are form’d by th’ Horse, And in the centre, stand the Foot, of course. The Field-Colours, each Squadron’s Ground mark out, The Gay _Bell-tents_ are plac’d before the Foot; In Gaudy Line, they’re ranged along the Plain, To keep their Arms from Rust, by Dew or Rain. At either regiments Head of Horse are rear’d, Their several Standards, with their careful Guard: Betwixt the Horse, are stretched the _Picket Ropes_, Where the Horses stand, to fill their Hungry Chops; Some of which sure, find Provender but scanty, They look so near akin to _Rosinante_. I’ th’ Rear, (and that, indeed’s, the fittest for ’em,) Are plac’d the Officers, in nice Decorum. * * * * *