Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 58, No. 362, December 1845

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Various. Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 58, No. 362, December 1845

MARLBOROUGH. No. II.1

THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA

WHITE'S THREE YEARS IN CONSTANTINOPLE

THE MOUNTAIN AND THE CLOUD

THE SECOND PANDORA

REIGN OF GEORGE THE THIRD.33

A FEW PASSAGES CONCERNING OMENS, DREAMS, APPEARANCES, &c

A MOTHER TO HER FORSAKEN CHILD

SUMMER NOONTIDE

CLARA

SECLUSION

LAST HOURS OF A REIGN

Chapter I

CHAPTER II

THE SCOTTISH HARVEST

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At few of the young officers, who, on the evening referred to, paraded the alameda of Logroño, was the artillery of eyes and fan more frequently levelled by the love-breathing beauties there assembled, than at Luis Herrera, who, in the uniform of the cavalry regiment to which he now belonged, was present upon the paseo. But for him fans waved and bright eyes sparkled in vain. He was deeply engaged in conversation with Mariano Torres, who, having recently obtained a commission in the same corps with his friend, had arrived that evening to join it. The two young men had parted soon after the death of Don Manuel Herrera, and had not met since. One of Mariano's first questions concerned the Villabuenas.

"The count went to France some months ago, I believe," replied Luis, dryly.

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"Pshaw!" replied the first speaker. "Before that time comes every horse in the brigade will be lame or sore-backed, and we ourselves shall be converted into infantry men. All respect for lance and sabre – but curse me if I would not rather turn foot-soldier at once, than have to crawl over these mountains as we have done for the last fortnight, dragging our horses after us by the bridle. For six hours yesterday did I flounder over ground that was never meant to be trod by any but bears or izards, breaking my spurs and shins, whilst my poor nag here was rubbing the skin off his legs against rocks and tree-stumps. When I entered the cavalry I expected my horse would carry me; but if this goes on, it is much more likely I shall have to carry him."

"A nice set of fellows you are," said an old grey-mustached captain, "to be grumbling before you have been a month in the field. Wait a bit, my boys, till your own flesh and your horses' have been taken down by hard marching and short commons, and until, if you mount a hill, you are obliged to hold on by the mane, lest the saddle should slip back over the lean ribs of your charger. The marches you have as yet seen are but child's play to what you will see before the campaign is over."

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