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anger, struck him slightly with the flat side of

his sabre. This was enough. His pride was

hurt, and his proud spirit suggested and urged
that he should not stay longer with his regiment*

even if there was only one man in it who could

so insult him* What ought he to do? There

was only one thing to be done, and that was to
leave it. And he did so, lamed and crippled as

he was.

He wandered about among the various regi­

ments for some time, always, of course, on account

of his fie corations, meeting with the respect and
kindness to which his services entitled him; and

ultimately lie cast in his lot and attached himself

to a regiment of French dragoons which were

then under orders to proceed to Spain. To make

a long story short, this was the end of the bravo
soldier do£ of Franco. Tie was killed at the

capture of BadajoZj in March, 183.1. His com­

rades so respected him that they buried him

nearly on the spot where he fell, leaving his well-
won honours, crimson ribbon and silver medal,

on his neck, just as he had worn them when he