While this bloody conflict was raging in and around the wood of

Taisnière, the half-hour during which the Prince of Orange had been

directed to suspend his attack had elapsed, and that gallant chief,

impatient of inactivity when the battle was raging with such fury on

his right, resolved to move forward in good earnest. The Scotch

brigade, led on by the Marquis of Tullibardine, headed the column on

the left; to their right were the Dutch, under Spaar and Oxenstiern;

while the Prince of Hesse-Cassel, with twenty-one squadrons, was in

reserve to support and follow the infantry into the works, when an

opening was made. On the word "march" being given, the troops of these

various nations, with rival courage, advanced to the attack. The

Scotch Highlanders, headed by the gallant Tullibardine,[38] rushed

impetuously forward to the attack, despite a tremendous fire of grape

and musketry which issued from the works, and succeeded in reaching

the top of the intrenchment. But before they could deploy, they were

charged by the French infantry in close order, and driven out.

Tullibardine met a glorious death in the redoubt he had won. Equally

gallant was the assault, and unpropitious the result, of the Prince of

Orange's attack on the right towards the French centre. There, too,

by a vehement rush the intrenchment was carried; but the troops which

surmounted it had no sooner penetrated in than they were attacked by

Boufflers, at the head of fresh troops in close order in front, while

a powerful battery opened with grape on their flank. This double

attack proved irresistible; the assailants were pushed out of the

works with dreadful slaughter. Spaar lay dead on the spot; Hamilton

was carried off wounded. Seeing his men recoil, the Prince of Orange

seized a standard, and advancing alone to the slope of the

intrenchment, said aloud, "Follow me, my friends; here is your post."

But it was all in vain. Boufflers' men from the French second line had

now closed up with the first, which lined the works, and a dense mass

of bayonets, six deep, bristled at their summit behind the embrasures

of the guns. A dreadful rolling fire issued from them; their position

could be marked by the ceaseless line of flame, even through the

volumes of smoke which enveloped them on all sides; and at length,

after displaying the most heroic valour, the Prince of Orange was

obliged to draw off his men, with the loss of three thousand killed,

and twice that number wounded. Instantly the brigade of Navarre issued

with loud shouts out of the intrenchments. Several Dutch battalions

were driven back, and some colours, with an advanced battery, fell

into the enemy's hands. Boufflers supported this sally by his

grenadiers _à cheval_; but the Prince of Hesse-Cassel came up with his

well-appointed squadron on the other side, and, after a short

struggle, drove the French back into their works.

Hearing that matters were in this precarious state on the left,

Marlborough galloped from the right centre, accompanied by his staff,

where Lotturn's infantry and D'Auvergne's horse had gained such

important advantages. Matters erelong became so alarming, that Eugene

also followed in the same direction. On his way along the rear of the

line, the English general had a painful proof of the enthusiastic

spirit with which his troops were animated, by seeing numbers of the

wounded Dutch and Hanoverians, whose hurts had just been bound up by

the surgeons, again hastening to the front, to join their comrades,

though some, faint from the loss of blood, yet tottered under the

weight of their muskets. The reserves were hastily directed to the

menaced front, and by their aid the combat was in some degree restored

in that quarter; while Marlborough and Eugene laboured to persuade the

Prince of Orange, who was burning with anxiety at all hazards to renew

the attack, that his operations were only intended as a feint, and

that the real effort was to be made on the right, where considerable

progress had already been made. Order was hardly restored in this

quarter, when intelligence arrived from the right that the enemy were

assuming the initiative in the wood of Taisnière, and were pressing

hard both upon the troops at La Folie and in front of the wood. In

fact, Villars, alarmed at the progress of the enemy on his left in the

wood, had drawn considerable reinforcements from his centre, and sent

them to the threatened quarter. Marlborough instantly saw the

advantage which this weakening of the enemy's centre was likely to

give him. While he hastened back, therefore, with all imaginable

expedition to the right, to arrest the progress of the enemy in that

quarter, he directed Lord Orkney to advance, supported by a powerful

body of horse on each flank, directly in at the opening between the

two woods, and if possible force the enemy's intrenchments in the

centre, now stripped of their principal defenders.

These dispositions, adopted on the spur of the moment, and instantly

acted upon, proved entirely successful. Eugene galloped to the extreme

right, and renewed the attack with Schulemberg's men, while Withers

again pressed on the rear of the wood near La Folie. So vigorous was

the onset, that the Allies gained ground on both sides of the wood,

and Villars hastening up with the French guards to restore the combat

near La Folie, received a wound in the knee, when gallantly heading a

charge of bayonets, which obliged him to quit the field. In the

centre, still more decisive advantages were gained. Lord Orkney there

made the attack with such vigour, that the intrenchments, now not

adequately manned, were at once carried; and the horse, following

rapidly on the traces of the foot soldiers, broke through at several

openings made by the artillery, and spread themselves over the plain,

cutting down in every direction. The grand battery of forty cannon in

the allied centre received orders to advance. In the twinkling of an

eye the guns were limbered up, and moving on at a quick trot. They

soon passed the intrenchments in the centre, and facing to the right

and left, opened a tremendous fire of canister and grape on the dense

masses of the French cavalry which there stood in the rear of the

infantry, who were almost all in front among the works. These noble

troops, however, bore up gallantly against the storm, and even charged

the allied horse before they had time to form within the lines; but

they were unable to make any impression, and retired from the attack

sorely shattered by the allied artillery.

The battle was now gained. Villars' position, how strong and gallantly

defended soever, was no longer tenable. Pierced through in the centre,

with a formidable enemy's battery thundering on either side, in the

very heart of his line, on the reserve squadrons, turned and menaced

with rout on the left, it was no longer possible to keep the field.

Boufflers, upon whom, in the absence of Villars in consequence of his

wound, the direction of affairs had devolved, accordingly prepared for

a retreat; and he conducted it with consummate skill, as well as the

most undaunted firmness. Collecting a body of two thousand chosen

horse yet fresh, consisting of the _élite_ of the horse-guards and

garde-du-corps, he charged the allied horse which had penetrated into

the centre, and was by this time much blown by its severe fatigues in

the preceding part of the day. It was accordingly worsted and put to

flight; but all the efforts of this noble body of horsemen were

shattered against Orkney's infantry, which, posted on the reverse of

the works they had won, poured in, when charged, so close and

destructive a fire, as stretched half of the gallant cavaliers on the

plain, and forced the remainder to a precipitate retreat. Still the

indefatigable Boufflers made another effort. Drawing a large body of

infantry from the works on his extreme right, which had been little

engaged, he marched them to the left, and reforming his squadrons

again, advanced to the charge. But Marlborough no sooner saw this,

than he charged the garde-du-corps with a body of English horse which

he himself led on, and drove them back, while the infantry staggered

and reeled like a sinking ship under the terrific fire of the allied

guns, which had penetrated the centre. At the same time the Prince of

Orange and the Prince of Hesse-Cassel, perceiving that the

intrenchments before them were stript of great part of their

defenders, renewed the attack; in ten minutes these works were

carried; a tremendous shout, heard along the whole line, announced

that the whole left of the position had fallen into the hands of the

Allies.

In these desperate circumstances, Boufflers and his brave troops did

all that skill or courage could suggest to arrest the progress of the

victors, and withdraw from the field without any additional losses.

Forming his troops into three great masses, with the cavalry which had

suffered least in rear, he slowly, and in perfect regularity,

commenced his retreat. The Allies had suffered so much, and were so

completely exhausted by the fatigue of this bloody and protracted

battle, that they gave them very little molestation. Contenting

themselves with pursuing as far as the heath of Malplaquet, and the

level ground around Taisnière, they halted, and the men lay down to

sleep. Meanwhile the French, in the best order, but in deep dejection,

continued their retreat still in three columns; and after crossing the

Hon in their rear, reunited below Quesnoy and Valenciennes, about

twelve miles from the field of battle.[39]

Such was the desperate battle of Malplaquet, the most bloody and

obstinately contested which had yet occurred in the war, and in which

it is hard to say to which of the gallant antagonists the palm of

valour and heroism is to be given. The victory was unquestionably

gained by the Allies, since they forced the enemy's position, drove

them to a considerable distance from the field of battle, and hindered

the siege of Mons, the object for which both parties fought, from

being raised. The valour they displayed had extorted the admiration of

their gallant and generous enemies.[40] On the other hand, these

advantages had been purchased at an enormous sacrifice, and never

since the commencement of the contest had the scales hung so even

between the contending parties. The Allies lost, killed in the

infantry alone, five thousand five hundred and forty-four; wounded and

missing, twelve thousand seven hundred and six; in all eighteen

thousand two hundred and fifty, of whom two hundred and eighty-six

were officers killed, and seven hundred and sixty-two wounded.

Including the casualties in the cavalry and artillery, their total

loss was not less than twenty thousand men, or nearly a fifth of the

number engaged. The French loss, though they were worsted in the

fight, was less considerable; it did not exceed fourteen thousand

men--an unusual circumstance with a beaten army, but easily accounted

for, if the formidable nature of the intrenchments which the Allies

had to storm in the first part of the action, is taken into

consideration. In proportion to the numbers engaged, the loss to the

victors was not, however, nearly so great as at Waterloo.[41] Few

prisoners, not above five hundred, were made on the field; but the

woods and intrenchments were filled with wounded French, whom

Marlborough, with characteristic humanity, proposed to Villars to

remove to the French headquarters, on condition of their being

considered prisoners of war--an offer which that general thankfully

accepted. A solemn thanksgiving was read in all the regiments of the

army two days after the battle, after which the soldiers of both

armies joined in removing the wounded French on two hundred waggons to

the French camp. Thus, after the conclusion of one of the bloodiest

fights recorded in modern history, the first acts of the victors were

in raising the voice of thanksgiving, and doing deeds of mercy.[42]

No sooner were these pious cares concluded, than the Allies resumed

the investment of Mons: Marlborough, with the English and Dutch,

having his headquarters at Belian, and Eugene, with the Germans, at

Quaregnon. The Prince of Orange, with thirty battalions and as many

squadrons, was intrusted with the blockade. Great efforts were

immediately made to get the necessary siege equipage and stores up

from Brussels; but the heavy rains of autumn set in with such

severity, that it was not till the 25th September that the trenches

could be opened. Boufflers, though at no great distance, did not

venture to disturb the operations. On 9th October, a lodgement was

effected in the covered way; on the 17th, the outworks were stormed;

and on the 26th, the place surrendered with its garrison, still three

thousand five hundred strong. By this important success, the conquest

of Brabant was finished; the burden and expense of the war removed

from the Dutch provinces; the barrier which they had so long sought

after was rendered nearly complete; and the defences of France were so

far laid bare, that by the reduction of Valenciennes and Quesnoy, in

the next campaign, no fortified place would remain between the Allies

and Paris. Having achieved this important success, the allied generals

put their army into winter-quarters at Ghent, Bruges, Brussels, and on

the Meuse; while fifty battalions of the French, with one hundred

squadrons, were quartered, under the command of the Duke of Berwick,

in the neighbourhood of Maubeuge, and the remainder of their great

army in and around Valenciennes and Quesnoy.[43]

During the progress of this short but brilliant campaign, Marlborough

was more than ever annoyed and disheartened by the evident and

increasing decline of his influence at home. Harley and Mrs Masham

contrived to thwart him in every way in their power; and scarcely

disguised their desire to make the situation of the Duke and Godolphin

so uncomfortable, that out of spleen they might resign; in which case,

the entire direction of affairs would have fallen into their

hands.[44] Influenced by these new favourites, the Queen became cold

and resentful to the Duchess of Marlborough, to whom she had formerly

been so much attached; and the Duke, perceiving this, strongly advised

her to abstain from any correspondence with her Majesty, as more

likely to increase than diminish the estrangement so rapidly growing

between them. The Duchess, however, was herself of too irritable a

temper to follow this sage advice; reproaches, explanations, and

renewed complaints ensued on both sides; and as usual in such cases,

where excessive fondness has been succeeded by coldness, all attempts

to repair the breach only had the effect of widening it. Numerous

events at court, trifles in themselves, but "confirmation strong" to

the jealous, served to show in what direction the wind was setting.

The Duchess took the strong and injudicious step of intruding herself

on the Queen, and asking what crime she had committed to produce so

great an estrangement between them. This drew from her Majesty a

letter, exculpating her from any fault, but ascribing their alienation

to a discordance in political opinion, adding, "I do not think it a

crime in any one not to be of my mind, or blamable, because you cannot

see with my eyes, or hear with my ears." While this relieved

Marlborough from the dread of a personal quarrel between the Duchess

and Royalty, it only aggravated the precarious nature of his

situation, by showing that the split was owing to the wider and more

irremediable division on political subjects.[45]

Encouraged by this powerful support at court, Harley now openly

pursued his design of effecting the downfall of Marlborough, and his

removal from office, and the command of the armies. The whole campaign

which had terminated so gloriously, was criticised in the most unjust

and malignant spirit. The siege of Tournay was useless and expensive;

the battle of Malplaquet an unnecessary carnage. It was even

insinuated the Duke had purposely exposed the officers to slaughter,

that he might obtain a profit by the sale of their commissions. The

preliminaries first agreed to at the Hague were too favourable to

France; when Louis rejected them, the rupture of the negotiations

rested with Marlborough. In a word, there was nothing done by the

English general, successful or unsuccessful, pacific or warlike, which

was not made the subject of loud condemnation, and unmeasured

invective. Harley even corresponded with the disaffected party in

Holland, in order to induce them to cut short the Duke's career of

victory by clamouring for a general peace. Louis was represented as

invincible, and rising stronger from every defeat: the prolongation of

the war was entirely owing to the selfish interests and ambition of

the allied chief. These and similar accusations, loudly re-echoed by

all the Tories, and sedulously poured into the royal ear by Harley and

Mrs Masham, made such an impression on the Queen, that she did not

offer the smallest congratulation to the Duchess on the victory of

Malplaquet, nor express the least satisfaction at the Duke's escape

from the innumerable dangers which he had incurred.[46]

An ill-timed and injudicious step of Marlborough at this juncture, one

of the few which can be imputed to him in his whole public career,

inflamed the jealousy of the Queen and the Tories at him. Perceiving

the decline of his influence at court, and anticipating his dismissal

from the command of the army at no distant period, he solicited from

the Queen a patent constituting him Captain-general for life. In vain

he was assured by the Lord Chancellor that such an appointment was

wholly unprecedented in English history; he persisted in laying the

petition before the Queen, by whom it was of course refused. Piqued at

this disappointment, he wrote an acrimonious letter to her Majesty, in

which he reproached her with the neglect of his public services, and

bitterly complained of the neglect of the Duchess, and transfer of the

royal favour to Mrs Masham. So deeply did Marlborough feel this

disappointment, that on leaving the Hague to return to England, he

said publicly to the deputies of the States--"I am grieved that I am

obliged to return to England, where my services to your republic will

be turned to my disgrace."[47]

Marlborough was received in the most flattering manner by the people,

on landing on 15th November, and he was greeted by the thanks of both

Houses of Parliament for his great and glorious services. The Queen

declared in her speech from the throne, that this campaign had been at

least as glorious as any which had preceded it; and the Chancellor, in

communicating the thanks of the House of Lords, added--"This high

eulogium must be looked upon as added to, and standing upon the

foundation already laid in the records of this House, for preserving

your memory fresh to all future times; so that your Grace has also the

satisfaction of seeing this everlasting monument of your glory rise

every year much higher." Such was the impulse communicated to both

Houses by the presence of the Duke, and the recollection of his

glorious services, that liberal supplies for carrying on the war were

granted by both Houses. The Commons voted £6,000,000 for the service

of the ensuing year, and on the earnest representation of Marlborough,

an addition was made to the military forces.

But in the midst of all these flattering appearances, the hand of

destruction was already impending over the British hero. It was mainly

raised by the very greatness and inappreciable nature of his services.

Envy, the invariable attendant on exalted merit, had already singled

him out as her victim: jealousy, the prevailing weakness of little

minds, had prepared his ruin. The Queen had become uneasy at the

greatness of her subject. There had even been a talk of the Duke of

Argyll arresting him in her name, when in command of the army. Anne

lent a ready ear to the representations of her flatterers, and

especially Mrs Masham, that she was enthralled by a single family;

that Marlborough was the real sovereign of England, and that the

crown was overshadowed by the field-marshal's baton. Godolphin,

violently libelled in a sermon by Dr Sacheverell, at St Saviour's,

Southwark, the Doctor was impeached before the House of Lords for the

offence. The government of the Tower, usually bestowed on the

recommendation of the commander-in-chief, was, to mortify Marlborough,

bestowed without consulting him on Lord Rivers. At length matters came

to such a pass, and the ascendency of Mrs Masham was so evident, while

her influence was exercised in so undisguised a manner to humiliate

him, that he prepared the draft of a letter of resignation of his

commands to her Majesty, in which, after enumerating his services, and

the abuse which Mrs Masham continued to heap on him and his relations,

he concluded with saying--"I hope your Majesty will either dismiss her

or myself."[48]

Sunderland and several of the Whig leaders warmly approved of this

vigorous step; but Godolphin, who foresaw the total ruin of the

ministry and himself, in the resignation of the general, had influence

enough to prevent its being sent. Instead of doing so, that nobleman

had a long private audience with her Majesty on the subject; in which,

notwithstanding the warmest professions on her part, and the strong

sense she entertained of his great and lasting services, it was not

difficult to perceive that a reserve as to future intentions was

manifested, which indicated a loss of confidence. Marlborough declared

he would be governed in the whole matter by the advice and opinion of

his friends; but strongly expressed his own opinion, "that all must be

undone if this poison continues about the Queen."[49] Such, however,

was the agony of apprehension of Godolphin at the effects of the

duke's resignation, that he persuaded him to adopt a middle course,

the usual resource of second-rate men in critical circumstances, but

generally the most hazardous that can be adopted. This plan was to

write a warm remonstrance to the Queen, but without making Mrs

Masham's removal a condition of his remaining in office. In this

letter, after many invectives against Mrs Masham, and a full

enumeration of his grievances, he concludes with these words--"This is

only one of many mortifications that I have met with, and as I may not

have many opportunities of writing to you, let me beg of your Majesty

to reflect what your own people and the rest of the world must think,

who have been witnesses of the love, zeal, and duty with which I have

served you, when they shall see that, after all I have done, it has

not been able to protect me against the malice of a bed-chamber

woman.[50] But your Majesty may be assured that my zeal for you and my

country is so great, that in my retirement I shall daily pray for your

prosperity, and that those who serve you as faithfully as I have done,

may never feel the hard return I have met with."

These expressions, how just soever in themselves, and natural in one

whose great services had been requited as Marlborough's had been, were

not likely to make a favourable impression on the royal mind, and,

accordingly, at a private audience which he had soon after of the

Queen, he was received in the coldest manner.[51] He retired in

consequence to Blenheim, determined to resign all his commands,

unless Mrs Masham was removed from the royal presence. Matters seemed

so near a rupture, that the Queen personally applied to several of the

Tories, and even Jacobites, who had long kept aloof from court, to

support her in opposition to the address expected from both Houses of

Parliament on the duke's resignation. Godolphin and Somers, however,

did their utmost to bend the firm general; and they so far succeeded

in opposition to his better judgment, and the decided opinions of the

Duchess, as to induce him to continue in office without requiring the

removal of Mrs Masham from court. The Queen, delighted at this victory

over so formidable an opponent, received him at his next audience in

the most flattering manner, and with a degree of apparent regard which

she had scarcely ever evinced to him in the days of his highest

favour. But in the midst of these deceitful appearances his ruin was

secretly resolved on; and in order to accelerate his departure from

court, the Queen inserted in her reply to the address of the Commons

at the close of the Session of Parliament, a statement of her

resolution to send him immediately to Holland, as "I shall always

esteem him the chief instrument of my glory, and of my people's

happiness." He embarked accordingly, and landed at the Brill on March

18th, in appearance possessing the same credit and authority as

before, but in reality thwarted and opposed by a jealous and ambitious

faction at home, which restrained his most important measures, and

prevented him from effecting any thing in future on a level with his

former glorious achievements.

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