The Moors came fast with cymbal clash and tossing javelin, Ten thousand horsemen, at the least, on Castille closing in; Quick as the deer's foot snaps the ice, the Douglas thundered through, And struck with sword and smote with axe among the heathen crew. VI. The horse-tail banners beaten down, the mounted archers fled-- There came full many an Arab curse from faces smear'd with red, The vizor fell, a Scottish spear had struck him on the breast; Many a Moslem's frighten'd horse was bleeding head and chest. VII. But suddenly the caitiffs turn'd and gathered like a net, In closed the tossing sabres fast, and they were crimson wet, Steel jarr'd on steel--the hammers smote on helmet and on sword, But Douglas never ceased to charge upon that heathen horde. VIII. Till all at once his eager eye discerned amid the fight St. Clair of Roslyn, Bruce's friend, a brave and trusty knight. Beset with Moors who hew'd at him with sabres dripping blood-- Twas in a rice-field where he stood close to an orange wood. IX. Then to the rescue of St. Clair Black Douglas spurred amain, The Moslems circled him around, and shouting charged again; Then took he from his neck the heart, and as the case he threw, "Pass first in fight," he cried aloud, "as thou wert wont to do." X. They found him ere the sun had set upon that fatal day, His body was above the case, that closely guarded lay. His swarthy face was grim in death, his sable hair was stain'd With the life-blood of a felon Moor, whom he had struck and brain*d. XI. Sir Simon Lockhart, knight of Lee, bore home the silver case. To shrine it in a stately grave and in a holy place, The Douglas deep in Spanish ground they left in royal tomb. To wait in hope and patient trust the trumpet of the doom. {129} [ORIGINAL.] REMINISCENCES OF DR. SPRING. [Footnote 23] [Footnote 23: "Personal Reminiscences of the Life and Times of Gardiner Spring, Pastor of the Brick Presbyterian Church in the City of New York." 2 vols. 12mo. New York: Charles Scribner & Company.]