their side, as they had but to upset the frail crafts of the Spanish in order to create the most utter rout in the ranks of the enemy.
From the window the children watched the strange spectacle, the room being frequently illuminated by the glare from the cannons. So near were they, that even the shouts and cries reached them distinctly, and once was borne to them across the waters, the “Song of the Beggars” uplifted in a swelling chorus of triumphant voices:
“Long live the Beggars! Wilt thou God’s word cherish—
Long live the Beggars! bold of heart and hand.
Long live the Beggars! God will not see thee perish.
Long live the Beggars! oh, noble Christian band!”
Then the fleet swept on, and though the sound of shouting and cannonading diminished but little, the battle passed out of the range of the children’s vision.
When morning dawned over the waste of gray waters, it revealed a weird and deso-
