through his influence that he had attained his present rank in the army. The scene was truly an affecting one; and it was with feelings of deep sympathy that we assisted him in committing the body to the earth. Our gallant commander remained on the field of battle all that day; and when all the last sad duties were performed, and as many of the commissariat mules as could be found were gathered in, we marched from the scene of our late victory, and took up our position behind the Isla. The news of our victory was received in England with much joy, and our own regiment, the 28th, was spoken of with peculiar honor. These contests in Spain called forth much newspaper praise, and awakened the lyre of many a poet in the halls of old England. Perhaps the following lines from Southey, written on this battle, may be acceptable to the reader: “Though the four quarters of the world have seen The British valor proved triumphantly Upon the French, in many a field far famed, Yet may the noble island in her rolls Of glory write Barossa’s name. For there Not by the issue of deliberate plans, Consulted well, was the fierce conflict won,-- Nor by the leader’s eye intuitive, Nor force of either arm of war, nor art Of skilled artillerist, nor the discipline Of troops to absolute obedience trained,-- But by the spring and impulse of the heart, Brought fairly to the trial, when all else Seemed like a wrestler’s garment thrown aside. By individual courage, and the sense Of honor, their old country’s and their own, There to be forfeited, or there upheld,-- This warmed the soldier’s soul, and gave his hand The strength that carries with it victory. More to enhance their praise, the day was fought Against all circumstance; a painful march Through twenty hours of night and day prolonged Forespent the British troops, and hope delayed Had left their spirits palled. But when the word Was given to turn, and charge, and win the heights The welcome order came to them like rain Upon a traveller in the thirsty sands. Rejoicing, up the ascent, and in the front Of danger, they with steady step advanced, And with the insupportable bayonet Drove down the foe. The vanquished victor saw, And thought of Talavera, and deplored His eagle lost. But England saw, well pleased, Her old ascendency that day sustained; And Scotland, shouting over all her hills, Among her worthies ranked another Graham.”