For others to come in.
Disdaining ours, for England's camp,
There lurked a man about,
Who, flushed with shame and rage of heart,
Like Judas, had gone out.
He left us, and he swore revenge,
And vengeance did not fail.
The courteous fiend, who led his steps,
Conducted him to Hale—
His kinsman—one whose generous hand,