[36] This has happened in a variety of instances; but particularly at the storming of St. Sebastian, where our Soldiers were seen arm in arm, Drunk, with the French Soldiers, and actually tumbling over the Bodies of their dead Companions. [37] This is a melancholy truth. The immorality of the British Soldier is disgusting, and it is only by strict attention and severe discipline it is at all kept within bounds. [38] The astonishing difficulties against which Lord Wellington had to struggle, from the disorganized state of his Army, may, in some respect, be understood by reverting to his Lordship’s General Orders. Three volumes are filled with recapitulations of General Courts-Martial. [39] The handsome addition of Pay to General Officers is highly creditable to those who originally were the promoters of so well-timed a remuneration. [40] I am but a poor Poet, and if I have taken the advantage in the invention of the word _achievance_ in this instance, I hope I may be excused, as we have instances of the richest Poets having done the same. In respect to the term Grievance, I conceive it does not require explanation in our Military classes. SEQUEL TO THE MILITARY ADVENTURES OF JOHNNY NEWCOME PART II SEQUEL TO THE MILITARY ADVENTURES OF JOHNNY NEWCOME PART II John lost no time, saw Guarda, and Almeida, Then rattled ’cross the Mountains to Freinada; In haste repaired to the great Chieftain’s Hall, To give his Letters, and to make his Call. John enter’d in, and in that temper found him, Diffusing ease and pleasure all around him. ‘Your ardour, _Newcome_, much deserves requiting, ‘To leave St. James’s Square and share our Fighting. ‘Here, Aylmer! in next Orders let there be ‘_Newcome_’s appointment, extra A. D. C. ‘Well, what’s the fancy now, and what’s the Hoax? ‘Our list of broken heads may please the Folks? ‘If we’re successful, then ’tis mighty well; ‘If not--by God! they send us all to Hell.’[41] ‘Why, true, my Lord!’ says John, ‘it is well known ‘That any small reverse will cast them down; ‘But by success crown’d, our City Stumpers ‘Will, with their Venison, swallow us in Bumpers. ‘To talk of War, and Blood, no doubt is fine ‘In a whole Skin--and that Skin full of Wine.’ ‘Why don’t they hand us out their Goods & Chattles? ‘We should with much more pleasure Fight their Battles. ‘But, as it is, I trust the next Campaign ‘I shall drive all the Rascals out of Spain. ‘_Newcome_, remember you’re attached to me: ‘Good Morning now--you’ll find your way at Three.’ Thus spoke the Noble Chief; in whom combin’d A sportive fancy, an immortal Mind-- Who Pomp repell’d, and Pageantry of Show, And scorn’d the Homage, which from thence did flow; Simply attir’d, he sought th’ embattled Plain, } No studied Splendour, no refulgent Fame, } Could add one Bud of Laurel to his Name. }