----como sabio capitão, Tudo corria, e via, e a todos dava Com presença e palavras coração. Camóens, _Lus._ iv. 36. XXIX. ----“The mountain’s brow Doth bear a signal tower whose beechen arms.” “Longa was also to send some men over the river to Andarlasa, to seize a telegraph which the French used to communicate between the left and centre of their line.” Napier, xxii. 4. XXXIV. “And ‘_adelante!_’ crying, waved his sword.” “_Adelante!_” which signifies “forward,” is the word of encouragement used at charging in the Spanish service. “Saved ‘the fair boy,’ and smote the French with one accord.” This act of bravery was performed almost literally as described, by an officer of the 43rd regiment named Havelock. The Spaniards shouted for _el chico blanco_, “the fair boy,” and followed him into the abatis. XXXVIII. “But saw great Arthur now with Lyncean ken.” ἴδεν Λυγκεὺς. κείνου γὰρ ἐπιχθονίων πάντων γένετ’ ὀξύτατον ὄμμα. Pind. _Nem._ x. “Lynceus saw. For his sight was of all men’s the sharpest.” See also Theocritus. (_Idyl._ 27.) “Lynceo perspicacior” became an adage. ----Prolesque Aphareïa Lynceus Et velox Idas. Ovid. _Met._ viii. 304. XL. “‘Lay down your arms!’ he shouted to the host.” This adventure actually occurred to the gallant Colborne. “Accompanied by only one of his staff and half-a-dozen riflemen, he crossed their march unexpectedly, and with great presence of mind and intrepidity ordered them (three hundred men) to lay down their arms, an order which they thinking themselves entirely cut off obeyed.” (Napier, _Hist._ book xxii. chap. 4.) XLV. “And vultures strip the bones which Heaven will clothe at last!” ----οἱ δ’ ἐπὶ γαίῃ Κείατο, γύπεσσιν πολὺ φίλτεροι ἢ ἀλόχοισιν. Hom. _Il._ xi. 161. “Upon the ground they lay, far dearer to the vultures than to their wives!”--one of the most terrible lines that ever was written. IBERIA WON. Canto XI. I. There are two Fountains in the Vale of Life, That flow for lovers--one with nectar runs, The other poison! One with joy is rife, The other with a deadly gurgle stuns. Their stream commingles for all Eva’s sons And daughters who with mutual passion thrill. None, none may drink the nectar pure, which shuns All human lips till with the poison-rill ’Tis mixed, and happiest they whose cups the least may fill! II.