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 of the enemy’s forces; a party of winch he learned were, at that moment, attacking a guard of men who were conveying forage to the Britih camp. This information roued the martial armour of Glanville, who longed to enter the lits with the combatants. A wounded oldier, who had ecaped from the field, gave the melancholy tidings that, overpowered by numbers, the Englih were giving way; and that the proviions mut inevitably fall into the hands of the enemy–a circumtance, he oberved, which would entirely diconcert the meaures of the king, who commanded in peron, and would oblige him to abandon the expedition he had planned. Glanville intantly mounted the wounded oldier’s hore; and hatening to the cene of action, had the mortification to ee the Englih retreating in diorder, and the enemy urrounding the convoy. The captain of the party, intead of encouraging his men to brave the charge of their enemy, gave way on the firt advantage, and was gallopping off at full peed, when Glanville reached the diordered troops.

“For hame, Britons,” he cried, in a firm and animated tone, “let not the cowardice of your leader damp your native courage! return to the charge, and how the preuming foe, that you dread not their numbers; but are determined to dipute the field as become the oldiers of the king you erve.”

Animated by the example of this gallant tranger, they rallied their broken forces; and, under the directions of this youth, returned to the charge. An obtinate conflict enued; but the uperior kill and bravery of Glanville and his followers at length bore down all before them, drove the enemy from the field, and conducted the convoy in afety to the camp.

Some of the party, who had fled from the field on the firt appearance of a defeat, had pread through the camp the fatal tidings of the convoy’s los; o that the utmot conternation prevailed. On the afe arrival of this upply the king had built his hopes of conquet; and purpoed, as oon as the oldiers were