The narrow causeway, leading through marshes, was soon blocked, and panic seized on all: artillerymen cut their traces and fled; carriages crowded with women, once called gay, but now frantic with terror, wagons laden with ammunition, stores, treasure-chests, and the booty amassed by generals and favourites during five years of warfare and extortion, all were left pell-mell.

Jourdan's Marshal's baton was taken, and was sent by Wellington to the Prince Regent, who acknowledged it by conferring on the victor the title of Field-Marshal.
Richly was the title deserved.

After four years of battling with superior numbers, the British leader at last revealed the full majesty of his powers now that the omens were favourable.

In six weeks he marched more than five hundred miles, crossed six rivers, and, using the Navarrese revolt as the anvil, dealt the hammer-stroke of Vittoria.

It cost Napoleon 151 pieces of cannon, nearly all the stores piled up for his Peninsular campaigns--and Spain itself.[320] As for Joseph, he left his carriage and fled on horseback towards France, reaching St.Jean de Luz "with only a napoleon left." He there also assured his queen that he had always preferred a private station to the grandeur and agitations of public life.[321] This, indeed, was one of the many weak points of his brother's Spanish policy.