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My courser reared instinctively as he approached, I received his stroke on the back of my ferrara; and by a back stroke, I gave him a deep cut on the cheek. And before he could recover a position of defence, my sword fell with a terrible blow on his steel cap. Stunned by the blow, he bent himself forward—and, grasping the mane, he tumbled from his saddle, and his steed galloped over the field. I did not repeat the blow. His left hand presented his sword; his right arm was disabled: his life was given to him My companions having disposed of their antagonists, (and some of them had two a piece,) we paused to see the fate of the battle. Dalzell and Livingstone were riding over the field, like furies, cutting down all in their way Monmouth was galloping from rank to rank, and calling on his men to give quarter. Clavers, to wipe off the disgrace of Drumclog, was committing fearful havoc, 'Can we not find Clavers, said Halhead.—'No,' said Captain Paton, 'the gallant Colonel takes care to have a solid gaurd of his rogues about him I have sought him over the field; but I found him, as I now perceive him, with a mass of his guards about him.' At this instant we saw our General, at some distance, disentangling himself from thc men who had tumbled over him in the melt. His face, and hands, and clothes were covered with gore. He had been dismounted, and was fighting on foot. We rushed to the spot, and cheered him. Our party drove back the scattered bands of Dalzell. 'My friends,' said Sir Robert, as we mounted him on a stray horse, 'the day is lost! But—you, Paton; you Brownlee of Torfoot. and you Halhead; let not that flag fall into the hands of these incurnate devils. We have lost the battle, but by the grace of God, neither Dalzel. nor Clavers shall say that he took our colours. My ensign has done his duty
