And call’d aloud, and bade the realm awake
   To arms for Freedom’s sake: 
—­Yet,—­for the land had rusted long in rest,
   The nerves of war unstrung,
Faint thoughts or rash alternate in her breast,

While purblind party-strife with venomous spite
   Made plausible wrong seem right,—­
O then for that unselfish hero-chief
   Tender and true, and lost
At Trafalgar,—­or him, whose patriot grief

Died with the prayer for England, as he died,
   In vain we might have cried! 
But this one pillar rose, and bore the war
   Upon himself alone;
Supreme o’er Fortune and her idle star.

For not by might but mind, by skill, not chance,
   He headed stubborn France
From Tagus back by Douro to Garonne;
   And on the last, worst, field,
The crown of all his hundred victories won,

World-calming Waterloo!—­Then, laying by
   War’s fearful enginery,
In each state-tempest mann’d the wearying helm;
   E’en through life’s winter-years
Serving with all his strength the ungrateful realm.

O firm and foursquare mind!  O solid will
   Fix’d, inexpugnable
By crowns or censures! only bent to do
   The day’s work in the day;—­
Fame with her idiot yelp might come, or go!

O breast that dared with Nature’s patience wait
   Till the slow wheels of Fate
Struck the consummate hour; in leash the while
   Reining his eager bands,
The prey in view,—­with that foreseeing smile!

And when for blood on Salamanca ridge
   Morn broke, or Orthez’ bridge,
He read the ground, and his stern squadrons moved
   And placed with artist-skill,
Red counters in the perilous game they loved,

Impassive, iron, he and they!—­and then
   With eagle-keener ken
Glanced through the field, the crisis-instant knew,
   And through the gap of war
His thundering legions on their victory threw.

Not iron, he, but adamant!  Diamond-strong,
   And diamond-clear of wrong: 
For truth he struck right out, whate’er befall! 
   Above the fear of fear: 
Duty for duty’s sake his all-in-all.

Among the many wonders of Wellington’s Peninsular campaign, from Vimiera (1808) to Toulouse (1814), the magnificent unity of scheme preserved throughout is, perhaps, the most wonderful:  the dramatic coherence, development, and final catastrophe of triumph.  For this, however, readers must be referred to Napier’s History; Enough here to add that one of the most decisive steps was the formation of the lines in defence of Lisbon, of which the most northerly ran from Alhandra on the Tagus by Aruda and Zibreira to Torres Vedras near the sea-coast at the mouth of the Zizandre.

When Freedom; the unwise and uncertain management of the campaign by the English home Government has been set forth by Napier with so much emphasis as, in some degree, to impair the reader’s full conviction.  Yet the amazing superiority in energy and wisdom with which Wellington towered over his contemporaries, (the field being, however, cleared by the recent deaths of Nelson and Pitt), is so patent, that this attempt to do justice to his greatness is offered with hesitation and apology.