‘That’s cruel hard, my boy, there is no doubt,
‘Enough to break a heart, tho’ e’er so stout;
‘But never mind, I’ve Cash at my Command.’
‘They’ve touch’d it somewhere. Eh! you understand.’
‘If that’s your Plan, gadzooks! I’ll bet a wager
‘I soon shall see you Captain! aye! and Major.’
END OF PART II
FOOTNOTES
[18] It was shocking to behold the number of dead bodies (chiefly of the French Army) with which the Highway was crowded.—They were in a horribly disgusting state of Nudity, and half devoured by Wolves, and Birds. The Armies had no time to bury the Dead, and the Inhabitants were either too indolent, or for some other reason neglected to do it. But to such a state of Barbarism had the natives of Portugal and Spain attained, that Boys and Girls have been seen throwing human heads at each other, by way of amusement; and a little Urchin, ten years old, Servant to an Officer, was heard frequently to boast, after the Battle of Salamanca, of having stolen slily on the wounded Frenchmen, struck them on the head with a Stone, in order, if possible, to kill, for the purpose of plundering them.
[19] The Army, not having tents, were obliged to lay out exposed to the Weather.