_On came the whirlwind--like the last
But fiercest sweep of tempest blast:
On came the whirlwind--steel-gleams broke
Like lightning through the rolling smoke;
The war was waked anew._
SIR WALTER SCOTT’S: “Waterloo.”
_With fire and sword the country round
Was wasted far and wide,
And many a childing mother then
And new-born baby died;
But things like that, you know, must be
At every famous victory._
SOUTHEY’S: “The Battle of Blenheim.”
A daring German spy came into the British lines dressed in the uniform
of a Scots Grey. He inquired the whereabouts of the Scots Greys; but
his speech betrayed him, and on being stripped he was found to be
wearing German underclothing: _Pte. A. Prescott, 1st King’s Liverpool
Regiment_.