Commanding in the Moorish wars at twenty-three, and in the Turkish campaigns at twenty-six, he had achieved a matchless renown before he had emerged from early youth; but his sun was destined to go down at noon.

He found neither splendor nor power in the Netherlands, where he was deserted by his king and crushed by the superior genius of the Prince of Orange.

Although he vindicated his martial skill at Gemblours, the victory was fruitless.

It was but the solitary sprig of the tiger from his jungle, and after that striking conflict his life was ended in darkness and obscurity.

Possessing military genius of a high order, with extraordinary personal bravery, he was the last of the paladins and the crusaders.