There you might see the Moors arming them- | And many a Moorish shield lie shattered on the selves in haste, plain, And the two main battles how they were forming The pennons that were white marked with a fast; crimson stain, Horsemen and footmen mixt, a countless troop The horses running wild whose riders had been and vast. slain.

The Moors are moving forward, the battle soon The Christians call upon St. James, the Moors

must join.

"My men, stand here in order, ranged upon a line! Let not a man move from his rank before I give the sign."

upon Mahound,

There were thirteen hundred of them slain on a little spot of ground.

Minaya Alvar Fañez smote with all his might,

Pero Bermuez heard the word, but he could not He went as he was wont, and was foremost in the refrain.

fight;

He held the banner in his hand, he gave his There was Galin Garcia, of courage firm and horse the rein; clear;

"You see yon foremost squadron there, the Felez Munioz, the Cid's own cousin dear; Antolinez of Burgos, a hardy knight and keen,

thickest of the foes,

Noble Cid, God be your aid, for there your banner Munio Gustioz, his pupil that had been ;

goes!

Let him that serves and honors it show the duty that he owes."

The Cid on his gilded saddle above them all was

seen;

There was Martin Munioz that ruled in Mont mayor;

Earnestly the Cid called out, "For Heaven's sake, be still!" There were Alvar Fañez and Alvar Salvador ;Bermuez cried, “I cannot hold,” so eager was his These were the followers of the Cid, with many will. others more, He spurred his horse and drove him on amid the In rescue of Bermuez and the standard that he Moorish rout; bore.

They strove to win the banner, and compast him Minaya is dismounted, his courser has been slain, He fights upon his feet, and smites with might

about;

Had not his armor been so true, he had lost either life or limb.

The Cid called out again, "For Heaven's sake, succor him!"

Their shields before their breasts, forth at once

they go,

Their lances in the rest levelled fair and low,
Their banners and their crests waving in a row,
Their heads all stooping down toward the saddle-
bow.

The Cid was in the midst, his shout was heard
afar,

"I am Rui Diaz, the Champion of Bivar;
Strike amongst them, gentlemen, for sweet
mercy's sake!"

There where Bermuez fought amidst the foe they All that fall within his reach he despatches as brake,

he goes.

Three hundred bannered knights, it was a The Cid rode to King Fariz, and struck at him

them again;

There you might see the breastplates, how they The Cid has won the battle with that single blow.

were cleft in twain,

By an anonymous translator in the appendix to SOUTHEY'S translation of " The Chronicle of the Cid."

POEMS OF TEMPERANCE AND LABOR.

Ide steadfast lover
my weakness, lives

Thy

спе

Five red by blevd redeemed but not by cried;
Each fitter broken, but one God's own time!'

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POEMS OF TEMPERANCE AND LABOR.