5.

That temple to our hearts was hallow'd now:

For many a wounded Briton there was laid, With such poor help as time might then allow From the fresh carnage of the field convey'd ; And they whom human succours could not save, Here in its precincts found a hasty grave.

6.

And here on marble tablets set on high,

In English lines by foreign workmen traced, Are names familiar to an English eye;

Their brethren here the fit memorials placed, Whose unadorned inscriptions briefly tell Their gallant comrades' rank, and where they fell.

should produce an heir to the throne is preserved by Florez, in his "Memorias de las Reynas Catholicas." When she had been married two years without issue, this strange epigram, if so it may be called, was circulated:

"Parid bella Flor de Lis

En affliccion tan estraña:
Si parís, parís á España,
Si no parís, á Paris."

Florez describes the dress of the bride at her espousals: it was a robe of murray velvet embroidered with fleurs de lys of gold trimmed with ermine and jewels, and with a train of seven ells long; the princesses of the blood had all long trains, but not so long, the length being according to their proximity to the throne. The description of a Queen's dress accorded well with the antiquarian pursuits of Florez; but it is amusing to observe some of the expressions of this laborious writer, a monk of the most rigid habits, whose life was spent in severe study, and in practices of mortification. In her head-dress, he says, she wore porcelain pins which supported large diamonds, .."y convertian en cielo aquel poco de tierra;" and at the ball after the espousals, "el Christianissimo danzó con la Catholica." These appellations sound almost as oddly as Messrs. Bogue and Bennett's description of St. Paul in a minuet, and Timothy at a card-table.

This poor Queen lived eight years with a husband whose mind and body were equally debilitated. Never were the miseries of a mere state-marriage more lamentably exemplified. In her last illness, when she was advised to implore the prayers of a personage who was living in the odour of sanctity for her recovery, she replied, Certainly I will not; .. it would be folly to ask for a life which is worth so little. And when toward the last her Confessor enquired if any thing troubled her, her answer was, that she was in perfect peace, and rejoiced that she was dying, . ." en paz me hallo Padre, She died on the 12th of February; y muy gustosa de morir." and such was the solicitude for an heir to the monarchy, that on the 15th of May a second marriage was concluded for the King.

The inscriptions in the church are as follows:

Sacred

to the Memory
of

Lt. Col. Edward Stables

Sir Francis D'Oyley, K.C.B.

Charles Thomas

William Miller

William Henry Milner

Capt. Robert Adair

Edward Grose

Newton Chambers

Thomas Brown

7.

8.

Not far removed you find the burial-ground,
Yet so that skirts of woodland intervene ;
A small enclosure, rudely fenced around;
Three grave-stones only for the dead are seen:
One bears the name of some rich villager,
The first for whom a stone was planted there.

The two following are the epitaphs in the church-yard: D. O. M.

Sacred to the Memory of Lieutenant-Colonel Fitz Gerald, of the Second Regiment of Life Guards of his Britannic Majesty, who fell gloriously at the battle of La Belle Alliance, near this town, on the 18th of June, 1815, in the 41st year of his life, deeply and deservedly regretted by his family and friends. To a manly loftiness of soul he united all the virtues that could render him an ornament to his profession, and to private and social life.

"Aux manes du plus vertueux des hommes, généralement estimé et regretté de sa famille et de ses amis, le LieutenantColonel Fitz Gerald, de la Gard du Corps de sa Majesté Britannique, tué glorieusement à la bataille de la Belle Alliance, le 18 June, 1815.

R. I. P.

The word is thus mis-spelt.

Ici repose le Colonel De Langrehr, Commandant le premier Bataillon de Bremen, Blessé à Mort à la Bataile de Waterloo, le 18 June, 1815, et enterré le lendemain, agé, de 40 ans. R. I. P.

Lord Uxbridge's leg is buried in a garden opposite to the inn, or rather public-house, at Waterloo. The owner of the house in which the amputation was performed considers it as a relic which has fallen to his share. He had deposited it at first behind the house, but as he intended to plant a tree upon the spot, he considered, that as the ground there was not his own property, the boys might injure or destroy the tree, and therefore he removed the leg into his own garden, where it lies in a proper sort of coffin, under a mound of earth about three or four feet in diameter. A tuft of Michaelmas daisies was in blossom upon this mound when we were at Waterloo; but this was a temporary ornament: in November the owner meant to plant a weeping willow there. He was obliging enough to give me a copy of an epitaph which he had prepared, and which, he said, was then in the stone-cutter's hands. It is as follows:

"Ci est enterrée la Jambe de l'illustre, brave, et vaillant Comte Uxbridge, Lieutenant-Général, Commandant en Chef la Cavalerie Angloise, Belge, at Hollandoise; blessé le

18 Juin, 1815, à la mémorable bataille de Waterloo; qui par son héroïsme a concouru au triomphe de la cause du Genre humain, glorieusement décidée par l'éclatante victoire du dit jour."

1 A detachment of the French was entrenched at Waterloo Chapel, August 1705, when the Duke of Marlborough advanced to attack the French army at Over Ysche, and this detachment was destroyed with great slaughter. (Echard's Gazetteer.) The Sieur La Lande says, "On donne la chasse à un parti François qui étoit à Waterloo." Marlborough was prevented by the Deputies of the States from pursuing his advantage, and attacking the enemy, at a time when he made sure of victory. Hist. de l'Empereur Charles VI., t. ii. p. 90.

2 The peasant who led us over the field resided at this hamlet. Mont St. Jean was every thing to him, and his frequent exclamations of admiration for the courage of the Highlanders in particular, and indeed of the whole army, always ended with a reference to his own dwelling-place: “if they had not fought so well, Oh mon Dieu, Mont St. Jean would have been burnt."

This was an intelligent man, of very impressive countenance and manners. Like all the peasantry with whom we conversed, he spoke with the bitterest hatred of Buonaparte, as the cause of all the slaughter and misery he had witnessed, and repeatedly expressed his astonishment that he had not been put to death. "My house," said he, "was full of the wounded: .. it was nothing but sawing off legs, and sawing off arms. Oh my God, and all for one man! Why did you not put him to death? I myself would have put him to death with my own hand."