XXIX. “By that _majestic_ Faith, &c.” Such is the force of the Saint’s name, Σεβαστὸς. XXXII. “Her heart transpierces, falls, and dies upon his corse.” --Καλὸν μοὶ τοῦτο ποιούσῃ θανεῖν. Φίλη μετ’ αὐτοῦ κείσομαι, φίλου μέτα. Soph. _Antig._ 72. “It will be my glory thus to die. Loving I will lie by the side of my beloved!” XL. “Dissolved the bands of discipline, the mould Of duty broke, restored barbarian life.” Ναυτικὸν στράτευμ’, ἄναρχον, κᾴπὶ τοῖς κακοῖς θρασὺ, Χρήσιμον δ’ ὅταν θέλωσιν. Eurip. _Iphig. in Aul._ 914. “An army come in ships, anarchical, and ferocious for evil deeds, but useful when it pleases.” A very close description of our San Sebastian heroes--written more than two thousand years since! I stood in September last upon the Chofre hills, on the very spot whence Graham directed the fearful cannonade, and subsequently beneath the branch where our gallant fellows entered, and in the recollection of their bravery could readily forget the tales of horror which I heard from Spaniards, who retain a more vivid memory of misdeeds, than of the most magnificent services. I saw with little admiration the mediocre picture of San Sebastian over the high altar in the cathedral, and when I subsequently beheld the glorious picture of the same saint by Guido in the museum at Madrid, I sincerely regretted that the latter is not substituted for the former--a measure which would be well worthy an enlightened government. IBERIA WON. Canto VII. I. Close by the wall the grave Salustian held ’Mongst noblest citizens his fair abode; And while its dirge the cannon hourly knelled, And red-limbed Slaughter through the city strode, And Havoc on the thunder-tempest rode, One only care Salustian’s bosom knew, One sole solicitude his mind could load-- To shield his lovely daughters from the view Of demons shaped like men who Ismail’s scenes renew! II. Fair as the Morn and blooming as the rose, Graceful as lily waves its slender stem, Sweet as the breeze that o’er the violet blows, Pure as the light of Sheba’s diadem! Soft was her eye, yet sparkled as a gem, Large, black, and lustrous. Gentle, loved by all-- The poor devoted kist her garment’s hem; The rich admired, nor Envy’s shafts could fall On one so angel-good, of form majestical. III.