THE Tk-MMIH» IS CTI*!!-. Çfvtntt nu God mend it ! And tho Marshal calmly nit-, God mend it1 on tho lîn-ti n and look* ON ! A TRIN|)lar Knight ! -How many Tnrka are thoy ? ClUBLOT. Two hundred men, six Captains and a Colonel. COXaUXDt*. The barest handful ! lia» tho Under-Marshal I a brush with them ? CHVHLOT. Ho sends to bog The Monter and your Lordship, will desjtntch In MICCOUR fifty men. COMMANDER. The man's [lossosscd ! Vet fifty men ! when on the Bastion stand Already fifty ! That should be enough 1 For thrico two hundred Turks! God mend it, but That man's the merest milksop' Pray, how much Munition has he still ? CHARLOT. That I know not. COMMANDER. lb re's a fine messenger! Let bo ! Let be ! I'll nak tho old soldier who rode ont with you, FT his old eyes have better sight than thine. Tliou'st been to tell tho Master? CHARLOT. I was just— COMMANDER. Not with the Master yet ? And hero he stands, 1 It 11* 1 U) be uiilnf them • ' In Templwr poursuit mill* Sarra«iiu, •Wiix milk-, dix n"ll«:"—Hit. de Si. Lo-iit, by Ike -Virywu de I'lilcneww. — Train.