Their toilet was the work of a moment--a single shake and it was done.

Rapidly forming into a line, they advanced headed by their Generals,--who, turning their steeds into a grass-field, wisely determined to fight on foot.

Behind them came the line of British foot under the illustrious Jenkins, who marched in advance perfectly collected, and smoking a Manilla cigar.

The cavalry were on the right and left of the infantry, prepared to act in pontoon, in echelon, or in ricochet, as occasion might demand.

The Prince rode behind, supported by his Staff, who were almost all of them bishops, archdeacons, or abbes; and the body of ecclesiastics followed, singing to the sound, or rather howl, of serpents and trombones, the Latin canticles of the Reverend Franciscus O'Mahony, lately canonized under the name of Saint Francis of Cork.
The advanced lines of the two contending armies were now in presence--the National Guard of Orleans and the Irish Brigade.