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11 unusually dark; his features were not lighted up with sprightliness, as some fabulously reported; they seemed gloomy as hell; his eheekscheeks [sic] were lank and deeply furrowed; his eye brows were drawn down, and gathered into a kind of knot at their junctions, and thrown up at their extremities; they had in short, the strong expression given by our painters to those on the face of Judas Iscariot; his eyes were hollow; they had not the lustre of genius nor the fire of vivacity; they were lighted up by that dark fire of wrath which is kindled and fanned by an internal anxiety, and conseiousnessconsciousness [sic] of criminal deeds; his irregular and large teeth were presented through a smile, which was very unnatural on his set of features; his mouth seemed to be unusually lar elarge [sic], from the extremities being drawn backward and downward—as if in the intense application to something cruel and disgusting; in short, his upper teothteeth [sic] projected over his under lip, and on the whole, presented to my view the mouth on the imrgeimage [sic] of the Emperor Julian the Apostate.—In one of his rapid courses past us, my sword could only shear off his white plum and a fragment of his buff eoatcoat [sic]. In a moment he was at the other side of his square. Our offieersofficers [sic] eagerly sought a meeting with him. 'He has the proof of lead.' cried some of our men.—'Take the cold steel or a piece of silver.' 'No,' cried Burley, 'It is his rapid movement on that fine ehargercharger [sic] that bids defiance to any thing like an aim in the tumult of the bloody fray. I eouldcould [sic] sooner shoot ten heather cooks on the wing, than one flying Clavers' At that moment, Burley, whose eye watched his antagonist' pushed into the hollow square. But Burley was too impatient. His blow was levelled at him before he came within its reach. His heavy sword descended on the head of Clavers'horse, and felled him to the ground.—Burley's men rushed