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of wind would force them from their quarters ; and 
actually, on our way up the mountain, we had a fair 
view of the apes on their passage. I counted from 
fifty to sixty of them; and an ape or two might be 
seen in the flock, with a young one on its back, 
fEneas in his day reversed the thing, and carried an 
old animal; not a young one. 
“‘ Cessi, et sublato montem genitore petivi.” 
We visited Algesiras, and there I saw the Han- 
nibal seventy-four aground. Colonel Lyon of St. 
Roque gave us a full account of her misfortune. 
This brave old Irish gentleman, aware that there 
would be no promotion for him in his own country, 
on account of his adherence to the ancient creed, 
had left it with many others in early life, and entered 
the Spanish brigade. 
“ Interque meerentes amicos, 
Egregius, properarat exul.”” 
He told us he was standing in the fort of St. Roque 
just at the time that the Hannibal ran aground, and 
was forced to strike her colours to the guns of Al- 
gesiras. At that moment, unconquerable love of 
his deserted country took possession of his soul. He 
threw down a telescope which he held in his hand, 
and burst into a flood of tears. After he had told 
us this, he added that, whilst Sir James Saumarez 
was hotly engaged with the forts, his son, a boy of 
only eleven years old, stole away from St. Roque, 
and ran round. the bay to Algesiras. There he 
mounted the battery, ugainst which Sir James was 
