of the Spring, and, as soon as he came, almost, they fell to
Action; and it happen'd upon a day, that a Party of some Four hundred
Men resolv'd to sally out upon the Enemy, as, when ever they could, they
did; but as it is not my business to relate the History of the War,
being wholly unacquainted with the Terms of Battels, I shall only say,
That these Men were led by _Villenoys_, and that _Henault_ would
accompany him in this Sally, and that they acted very Noble, and great
Things, worthy of a Memory in the History of that Siege; but this day,
particularly, they had an occasion to shew their Valour, which they did
very much to their Glory; but, venturing too far, they were ambush'd, in
the persuit of the Party of the Enemies, and being surrounded,
_Villenoys_ had the unhappiness to see his gallant Friend fall, fighting
and dealing of Wounds around him, even as he descended to the Earth, for
he fell from his Horse at the same moment that he kill'd a _Turk_; and
_Villenoys_ could neither assist him, nor had he the satisfaction to be
able to rescue his dead Body from under the Horses, but, with much ado,
escaping with his own Life, got away, in spite of all that follow'd him,
and recover'd the Town, before they could overtake him: He passionately
bewail'd the Loss of this brave young Man, and offer'd any Recompence to
those, that would have ventur'd to have search'd for his dead Body among
the Slain; but it was not fit to hazard the Living, for unnecessary
Services to the Dead; and tho' he had a great mind to have Interr'd him,
he rested content with what he wish'd to pay his Friends Memory, tho' he
could not: So that all the Service now he could do him, was, to write to
_Isabella_, to whom he had not writ, tho' commanded by her so to do, in
three Years before, which was never since she took Orders. He gave her
an Account of the Death of her Husband, and how Gloriously he fell
fighting for the Holy Cross, and how much Honour he had won, if it had
been his Fate to have outliv'd that great, but unfortunate, Day, where,
with 400 Men, they had kill'd 1500 of the Enemy. The General _Beaufort_
himself had so great a Respect and Esteem for this young Man, and
knowing him to be of Quality, that he did him the honour to bemoan him,
and to send a Condoling Letter to _Isabella_, how much worth her Esteem
he dy'd, and that he had Eterniz'd his Memory with the last Gasp of his
Life.

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