Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 edition. Excerpt: ... tiously, and he hoped it would be satisfied with what he had done. His latest anxiety seemed to be for victory. "Are they beat? Are they beat?" he repeatedly asked. He wished to send some message to General Hope, who had succeeded him in the command. "Hope, Hope," he said at intervals, but could not articulate more. His last words were, " Tell my mother." He could no longer speak, and expired. Was not this the death of a hero and a good man? God bless you.--Your Charles. The loss of men and money in Spain, I think, are amply compensated for by the acquisition of military fame, but the loss of Sir John Moore at such a time admits of no consolation. Bath, January 28, 1809. Dearest Mother--The press on the road, the waters, etc., have made me travel slower, but I set off" for London to-morrow, whence you shall hear from me. We are three Engineers here together, one of whom is my friend Lefebure, the pleasantest and right-thinkingest man in the world. The people here show distinction to our rusty habits, particularly the fair sex, who advance to converse with us, to the astonishment of the well-dressed beaux. I hope soon to embrace you and my Louisa, and all of you. God bless you, dear people. Charles. On returning home after the glorious battle of Corunna, which terminated Moore's celebrated retreat and his life together, I conceived a thorough dislike and hatred of the military service. My patron was dead, and as a reward for services which I thought inestimable, his memory was reviled by his ungrateful countrymen, and tarnished by crafty, self-interested politicians, who, willing to wound, but yet afraid to strike, took the most impalpable means of offending his sacred memory. All this increased the disgust which the sight of military...
