"My hearts!" shouted Lumsden, waving his pike -- "my brave hearts,
let's enter."

"Forward!" shouted Munro; "advance pikes!"

With a wild cheer the Scots burst forward; the gates were stormed,
and in a moment the cannon, being seized, were turned, and volleys
of bullets poured upon the dense masses of the Imperialists. The
pikemen pressed forward in close column, shoulder to shoulder,
the pikes levelled in front, the musketeers behind firing on the
Imperialists in the houses.

In the meantime Gustavus, with the Blue and Yellow Swedish Brigades,
stormed that part of the wall defended by Butler with his Irishmen.
These fought with extreme bravery, and continued their resistance
until almost every man was killed, when the two brigades burst into
the town, the White Brigade storming the wall in another quarter.
Twice the Imperialist drums beat a parley, but their sound was
deadened by the roar of musketry and the boom of cannon from wall
and battery, and the uproar and shouting in every street and house.
The Green Brigade, under its commander, maintained its regular order,
pressing forward with resistless strength. In vain the Austrians
shouted for quarter. They were met by shouts of -- "Remember New
Brandenburg!"

Even now, when all was lost, Tilly's veterans fought with extreme
bravery and resolution; but at last, when Butler had fallen, and
Schomberg and Montecuculi, and a few other officers had succeeded
in escaping, all resistance ceased. Four colonels, 36 officers, and