At the same moment a certain ensign De Vega, who stood near the Prince of Parma, close to the block-house, approached him with vehement entreaties that he should retire.  Alexander refused to stir from the spot, being anxious to learn the result of these investigations.  Vega, moved by some instinctive and irresistible apprehension, fell upon his knees, and plucking the General earnestly by the cloak, implored him with such passionate words and gestures to leave the place, that the Prince reluctantly yielded.

It was not a moment too soon.  The clockwork had been better adjusted than the slow match in the ‘Fortune.’  Scarcely had Alexander reached the entrance of Saint Mary’s Fort, at the end of the bridge, when a horrible explosion was heard.  The ‘Hope’ disappeared, together with the men who had boarded her, and the block-house, against which she had struck, with all its garrison, while a large portion of the bridge, with all the troops stationed upon it, had vanished into air.  It was the work of a single instant.  The Scheldt yawned to its lowest depth, and then cast its waters across the dykes, deep into the forts, and far over the land.  The earth shook as with the throb of a volcano.  A wild glare lighted up the scene for one moment, and was then succeeded by pitchy darkness.  Houses were toppled down miles away, and not a living thing, even in remote places, could keep its feet.  The air was filled with a rain of plough-shares, grave-stones, and marble balls, intermixed with the heads, limbs, and bodies, of what had been human beings.  Slabs of granite, vomited by the flaming ship, were found afterwards at a league’s distance, and buried deep in the earth.  A thousand soldiers were destroyed in a second of time; many of them being torn to shreds, beyond even the semblance of humanity.

Richebourg disappeared, and was not found until several days later, when his body was discovered; doubled around an iron chain, which hung from one of the bridge-boats in the centre of the river.  The veteran Robles, Seigneur de Billy, a Portuguese officer of eminent service and high military rank, was also destroyed.  Months afterwards, his body was discovered adhering to the timber-work of the bridge, upon the ultimate removal of that structure, and was only recognized by a peculiar gold chain which he habitually wore.  Parma himself was thrown to the ground, stunned by a blow on the shoulder from a flying stake.  The page, who was behind him, carrying his helmet, fell dead without a wound, killed by the concussion of the air.

Several strange and less tragical incidents occurred.  The Viscomte de Bruxelles was blown out of a boat on the Flemish side, and descended safe and, sound into another in the centre of the stream.  Captain Tucci, clad in complete armour, was whirled out of a fort, shot perpendicularly into the air, and then fell back into the river.  Being of a cool temperament, a good swimmer, and very pious, he skilfully divested