One side of the city was protected by the sea; the other by the strong fortifications of Monjuich.The walls were so extensive, that thirty thousand men would scarcely have been sufficient to invest them.The garrison was as numerous as the besieging army.
The best officers in the Spanish service were in the town.The hopes which the Prince of Darmstadt had formed of a general rising in Catalonia were grievously disappointed.The invaders were joined only by about fifteen hundred armed peasants, whose services cost more than they were worth.
No general was ever in a more deplorable situation than that in which Peterborough was now placed.He had always objected to the scheme of besieging Barcelona.His objections had been overruled.
He had to execute a project which he had constantly represented as impracticable.His camp was divided into hostile factions and he was censured by all.The Archduke and the Prince blamed him for not proceeding instantly to take the town; but suggested no plan by which seven thousand men could be enabled to do the work of thirty thousand.Others blamed their general for giving up his own opinion to the childish whims of Charles, and for sacrificing his men in an attempt to perform what was impossible.The Dutch commander positively declared that his soldiers should not stir:
Lord Peterborough might give what orders he chose; but to engage in such a siege was madness; and the men should not be sent to certain death when there was no chance of obtaining any advantage.
At length, after three weeks of inaction, Peterborough announced his fixed determination to raise the siege.The heavy cannon were sent on board.Preparations were made for re-embarking the troops.Charles and the Prince of Hesse were furious, but most of the officers blamed their general for having delayed so long the measure which he had at last found it necessary to take.On the twelfth of September there were rejoicings and public entertainments in Barcelona for this great deliverance.On the following morning the English flag was flying on the ramparts of Monjuich.The genius and energy of one man had supplied the place of forty battalions.
At midnight Peterborough had called out the Prince of Hesse, with whom he had not for some time been on speaking terms, "I have resolved, sir," said the Earl, "to attempt an assault; you may accompany us, if you think fit, and see whether I and my men deserve what you have been pleased to say of us." The Prince was startled.The attempt, he said, was hopeless; but he was ready to take his share; and, without further discussion, he called for his horse.
Fifteen hundred English soldiers were assembled under the Earl.Athousand more had been posted as a body of reserve, at a neighbouring convent, under the command of Stanhope.After a winding march along the foot of the hills, Peterborough and his little army reached the walls of Monjuich.There they halted till daybreak.As soon as they were descried, the enemy advanced into the outer ditch to meet them.This was the event on which Peterborough had reckoned, and for which his men were prepared.
The English received the fire, rushed forward, leaped into the ditch, put the Spaniards to flight, and entered the works together with the fugitives.Before the garrison had recovered from their first surprise, the Earl was master of the outworks, had taken several pieces of cannon, and had thrown up a breastwork to defend his men.He then sent off for Stanhope's reserve.While he was waiting for this reinforcement, news arrived that three thousand men were marching from Barcelona towards Monjuich.He instantly rode out to take a view of them;but no sooner had he left his troops than they were seized with a panic.Their situation was indeed full of danger; they had been brought into Monjuich, they scarcely knew how; their numbers were small; their general was gone: their hearts failed them, and they were proceeding to evacuate the fort.Peterborough received information of these occurrences in time to stop the retreat.He galloped up to the fugitives, addressed a few words to them, and put himself at their head.The sound of his voice and the sight of his face restored all their courage, and they marched back to their former position.
The Prince of Hesse had fallen in the confusion of the assault;but everything else went well.Stanhope arrived; the detachment which had marched out of Barcelona retreated; the heavy cannon were disembarked, and brought to bear on the inner fortifications of Monjuich, which speedily fell.Peterborough, with his usual generosity, rescued the Spanish soldiers from the ferocity of his victorious army, and paid the last honours with great pomp to his rival the Prince of Hesse.
The reduction of Monjuich was the first of a series of brilliant exploits.Barcelona fell; and Peterborough had the glory of taking, with a handful of men, one of the largest and strongest towns of Europe.He had also the glory, not less dear to his chivalrous temper, of saving the life and honour of the beautiful Duchess of Popoli, whom he met flying with dishevelled hair from the fury of the soldiers.He availed himself dexterously of the jealousy with which the Catalonians regarded the inhabitants of Castile.He guaranteed to the province in the capital of which he was now quartered all its ancient rights and liberties, and thus succeeded in attaching the population to the Austrian cause.