The eye of the dying hero lightened as he saw the banners of his
countrymen. His whole form dilated with exultation and triumph. He tore
his arm from its fetters, waved it around his blood-stained forehead,
and for the last time shouted forth his cry of battle: “Ha! Beauseant!
A Vermandois for the temple!” Then, in a lower tone, he cried: “‘Lord,
now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word;
for mine eyes have seen thy salvation.’” He bowed his head, and his
undaunted spirit passed away.
THE RENEGADO;
A SKETCH OF THE CRUSADES.
--------------“how faint and feebly dim
The fame that could accrue to him
Who cheered the band, and waved the sword,
A traitor in a turbaned horde.”--SIEGE OF CORINTH.
For well nigh two long years had the walls of Acre rung to the
war-cries and clashing arms of the contending myriads of Christian
and Mohammedan forces, while no real advantage had resulted to either
army, from the fierce and sanguinary struggles that daily alarmed the
apprehensions, or excited the hopes of the besieged. The rocky heights
of Carmel now echoed to the flourish of the European trumpet, and now
sent back the wilder strains of the Arabian drum and cymbal. On the one
side were mustered the gigantic warriors of the western forests, from
the wild frontiers of Germany, and the shores of the Baltic; while on
the other were assembled the Moslems of Egypt, Syria, and Arabia, the
wandering tribes from the Tigris to the banks of the Indus, and the
swarthy hordes of the Mauritanian desert. Not a day passed unnoted by
some bloody skirmish or pitched battle;--at one time the sultan forced
his way into the beleaguered city, and the next moment the crusaders
plundered the camp of the Mohammedan. As often as by stress of weather
the European fleet was driven from its blockading station, so often
were fresh troops poured in to replace the exhausted garrison; and
as fast as the sword of the infidel, or the unsparing pestilence,
thinned the camp of the crusaders, so fast was it replenished by fresh
swarms of pilgrims, burning with enthusiastic ardor, and aspiring to
re-establish the dominion of the Latin kings within the precincts of
the holy city.
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