Leaving a garrison in
Marienburg, Gustavus broke up his camp and marched to Aschaffenburg,
a city on the Maine but first despatched three hundred of Ramsay's
musketeers under the cavalier Hana, and a body of artillerists under
Leonard Tortensohn, with several pieces of cannon and a great
quantity of fireworks and ammunition, in boats down the long
windings of the river, with orders to capture every place on their
way and meet him at Aschaffenburg, for he was to march across the
country in a more direct line towards Hesse-Darmstadt.
Conform to these orders, Hana’s Scots stormed and demolished every
town and castle that stood in their way; cannonading and laying
under contribution, right and left, as they proceeded down the
river—amassing a vast amount of prize-money, especially at
Miltenburg.
Leaving Marshal Horne in Franconia with eight thousand men, Gustavus
had thus resolved to proceed towards the Rhine by the course of the
Maine, for the purpose of securing the frontier of the Empire from
the Spaniards, to disarm the electoral bishops, and from their
fertile provinces obtain new treasures to prosecute the war.
Hepburn’s brigade formed the van of the Swedish army, which, after
marching five dayB through a pleasant and fertile country — then,
however, exhibiting the bare and leafless aspect of winter, for the
season was the middle of November—reached Aschaffenburg, a strong
and stately city of the Bishop of Mentz, on the castle of which Hana
had already displayed the banner with the three crowns of Sweden.
There he rejoined Hepburn, and crossing the river the troops
proceeded through the beautiful district beyond, traversing the rich
plains and glorious scenery of Germany’s most fruitful provinces,
till the 16th November, when the Scottish drums rang in the streets
of Frankfort on the Maine. Situated in a fertile plain, overlooked
and bounded on the north by the mountains of the Feldberg and
Taunus, on the south by sloping eminences, forest-lands, orchards,
and vineyards, this large and beautiful city, so famous for its
commercial activity, is divided by the river, which the troops
crossed by a bridge of fourteen arches. On the north bank is
Frankfort proper, and on the south is Saxenhausen, where a garrison
of Imperialists laid down their arms as soon as they saw Hepburn’s
green banners, though the city was well fortified, and had been so
for ages, by eleven high bastions, overlooking deep ditches and
counterscarps, which, in more peaceable times, have been converted
into promenades and shady gardens. But four watch-towers, grey and
moss-grown, half a league from the town, still indicate the limits
of its ancient territory.
The troops entered in admirable order, with all their bright weapons
and iron accoutrements glittering in the morning sun. Fifty-six
pieces of cannon were in front, their gunners marching with matches
lighted and kettledrums beating; seventy-four infantry standards,
and forty-five cavalry guidons waved above the long array of
helmets, as regiment after regiment poured through the Bockenheim
gate.
The streets were then spacious (as Monoonys tells us,) and were
built of red sandstone, covered with wood and painted plaster; but
the most stately edifices were the old church of St Bartholomew the
Martyr, and the Braunfeld, or preceptory of the Teutonic Knights,
which was a sanctuary for debtors. Gustavus halted and refreshed his
soldiers, who found the rich wine of the boors u plentiful as ditch
waterbut there was no rest for his Scottish auxiliaries, and least
of all for Hepburn's brigade, as many a castle and city were yet to
be stormed and won.
Two hundred Scots of Colonel Ludovick Leslie’s regiment took
possession of Busselsheim, a castle on the Maine, belonging to the
Landgrave of Hesse-Darmstadt, and garrisoned it under Captain
Macdougal.
During this campaign the army, which had suffered greatly by its
arduous and extensive operations, was remodelled into five brigades,
and several regiments were incorporated into one corps. Each brigade
was to consist of two thousand and sixteen men, to be distinguished
by the colours of the senior colonel. As given in an old list, the
five were as follows—but regiment is substituted erroneously for
brigade in the original.
“First, the Life Brigade, or the guards for the king’s owne body,
commanded ever since Baron Dyvell’s death by Grave Neeles, a Swede.
"Secondly, the Green Brigade, led by Sir John Hepburn, a Scottish
gentleman, the eldest collonel.
"Thirdly, the Blue Brigade, whereof Winckle is collonel.
"Fourthly, the White Brigade, conducted by Collonel Vitzthimb.
"Fifthly, the Red Brigade, whereof Collonel Hagendorff hath the
leading.
Amongst all these were but few (scarce any) naturall borne Swedens.”
Other two Scottish regiments, under Sir Frederick Hamilton and
Alexander, master of Forbes, with one of Englishmen, under a Colonel
Austin, had lately joined Gustavus, who had then thirteen regiments
of Scottish infantry, while the other corps of the army were almost
entirely officered by Scottish gentlemen. He had five other
regiments, composed of English and Irish: these were principally
officered by Scotsmen; and made in all eighteen regiments of British
infantry. The gallant Marquis of Hamilton was at Frankfort with
Gustavus^ to whom, on a visit with congratulations for his manifold
victories, came old Sir Patrick Ruthven, the governor of Mariburg.
Encouraged by the easy capture of Frankfort, the King resolved now
to turn his conquering arms against the Palatinate, which was then
possessed by a body of Spaniards under Don Philippo de Sylvia, with
regard to whose intentions he politely requested to be informed. The
cavalier replied "that his sole orders were to support the Elector
of Mentz against the Swedes.”
On this Gustavus entered the Bergstrasse, took Gernsheim, a town of
Darmstadt, and at Stockstadt, appearing a second time on the Rhine,
drove the Spaniards of the Palatinate before him. They had abandoned
all the mountainous district, but obstinately endeavoured to defend
and obstruct the passage of the great river, by burning every vessel
and boat they could find. Count Braht, with three hundred Swedes and
three hundred Scots of the regiments of Ramsay, Lord Reay, and the
Laird of Wormiston, boldly secured a few small craft, crossed the
river and intrenched themselves, repulsing no less than fourteen
squadrons of Spanish cuirassiers, who retired, leaving six hundred
of their number lying shot by the water side. Many fled at full
speed to Mentz, but the greater part took refuge- at Oppenheim,
which was the next scene of Hepburn’s achievements. A marble lion,
with a helmet on its head and bearing a sword, was seventy years
afterwards erected on a column sixty feet in height, to mark the
place where Gustavus with his Swedes and Scots crossed the great
river of Germany.
Oppenheim, an ancient town, with the castle where the Emperor
Rodolph expired about twenty years beforej lay on the Imperialists’
side of the Rhine. On the other was a strong fort or sconce, erected
on an eminence and encompassed by double ditches, which were deep
and broad, full of muddy water, and crossed by a single drawbridge,
which, as it led towards the town, enabled the garrison to obtain
with ease provisions, and whatever they required. Its occupants were
a thousand resolute Italians and Burgundians, “such old blades,”
says'the Intelligencer, "as the king had never met with since the
battell of Leipsich.” The castle, which was situated on a high hill
and overlooked the town, until its demolition by the French in 1693,
was deemed one of the best fortresses in the duchy of Deux-Ponts;
and as its cannon swept the champaign country on the other side of
the river, they greatly incommoded Hepburn’s men, who were ordered
to reduce the sconce.
The season was December—the whole country lay buried under a thick
mantle of snow; yet these hardy veterans were encamped amidst it,
with no other covering than their cold corslets and helmets, and a
few sheepskin doublets, supplied by the care of Gustavus at the
commencement of this rapid and glorious campaign. They were
partially protected from the keen north wind by a few leafless
bushes that grew among the frozen sedges of the Bhine.
Upon the afternoon of Sunday the 4th December, Hepburn with his
brigade, and Colonel Winckel with the Blue, broke ground before the
enemy’s works, relieving the foot regiment of Life Guards, under
Grave Neeles, who had first commenced the blockade. Muskets and
pikes were piled, and the soldiers worked vigorously to get under
cover from the flank fire of the castle. “The King, about 5 o’clock,
gave command unto Sir John Hebron (who, being the eldest colonell,
commanded ther in chiefe) to storms or give an assault vnto the
fort. Scarcely was he gone from Hebron when there was a letter
brought from a gentleman of the Palatinate, that dwelt upon the
river, saying he would send the King some boates that very evening.
Upon this the storm was countermanded.
Leaving Hepburn fully occupied before this troublesome sconce,
Gustavus, on receiving the promised boats at Gemsheim, five miles
distant, conveyed first the brigade of Guards, and then the White
Brigade, across the river in the night; and, on the other side,
marched towards the town of Oppenheim with drums beating.
The winter night by the margin of the Rhine was intensely cold; and,
helping themselves to fuel wherever they could find it, the Scottish
soldiers at the sconce lit large fires behind their breastworks; and
near one of these Hepburn and Munro sat at supper, enjoying a "stone
jar of Low-Country wine,” while their horses stood picketed close
by, and their swords and helmets lay beside them. The light of the
watchfire reflected from the snow, or perhaps by the brightness of
their armour, attracted the attention of the Spaniards in the castle
of Oppenheim, for they sent a thirty-two pound shot whizzing across
the Rhine. It passed over the heads of the two friends, and went
crash through Hepburn's lumbering old-fashioned coach, which stood
unused among the baggage, a little way off. The next shot killed a
sergeant of Munro’s, who sat near the same fire solacing himself
with a can of flip and a pipe of tobacco.
Aiming by the light of the watchfires, the garrison of the castle
now began a close cannonade, the flashes of which broke incessantly
through the gloom that involved everything on the other side of the
river. Many of Hepburn’s men were cut in two and tom to pieces by
the round-shot, which dyed with blood all the snow around the
parallels.
About eleven o’clock at night, two hundred Burgundian musketeers
made a gallant sortie to scour the trenches; but the Scots were on
the alert. Not a shot was returned by them; but, led on sword in
hand by Hepburn, the brave pikemen, after some sharp fighting and
severe loss, drove them in confusion within the graff or ditch of
their sconce.
So passed the night.
Day dawned, and then a roar of musketry and explosion of petards
announced that the King had commenced his operations against the
castle on the opposite side of the river. On this, the Spanish
cavalier in the sconce, fearing that his retreat would be cut off,
resolved to capitulate. About seven o’clock in the grey twilight of
the winter morning, a little but gaudily-attired Italian drummer was
seen to leave the fort, and, beating a parley, approach the
trenches, where he delivered the following paper:—
“Articles of Capitulation between Sir John Hepburn, knight, and the
Commandant of the Sconce at Oppenheiml 5th December 1631.
"I. At seven o’clock on the evening of Thursday the 8th December,
the garrison will march out with bag and baggage, colours flying,
drums beating, matches lighted, and bandaliers filled.
"II. To be assured by the King of being unmolested in their way by
aiiy of his forces, the Landgrave of Hesse’s men, or others.
"III. A captain to be given them for hostage (they leaving another
with the Kang,) and the garrison to be conveyed the same night, with
one thousand musketeers, to a village half a league distant from
thence, and the next morning unto the banks of the Maine.
“IV. His Majesty to furnish them on their march with victuals,” &c.
Hepburn perused the document.
On the King’s part he replied,— "All the defenders of the fort must
take their way towards Bingen, passing first the Maine and
afterwards the Rhine. They shall not march to Mentz, but to some
other place where there is a Spanish garrison. They shall not carry
away any of their cannon; nor must they commit any pillage by the
way.”
The drummer returned to the fort with these terms, to which the
Spanish commandant was obliged to accede, and marched out with all
the usual honours and insignia, delivering over the sconce to
Hepburn. The latter placed in it a hundred musketeers of Lumsden’s
regiment, with a hundred of Lord Reay’s Highlanders, and immediately
prepared to cross the Rhine with his own and Winckel’s brigade, to
assist Gustavus in reducing the old castle of Oppenheim,—a place of
vast size and strength, where a garrison of Spaniards and Italians
were defending themselves with the greatest resolution and bravery,
although the citizens had yielded the town by opening the gates to
two hundred men of Sir James Ramsay’s regiment.
That officer was not present in these operations, having remained at
Wurtzburg, enduring great pain from his wounded arm: his regiment
was commanded by George Douglas, the lieutenant-colonel. So severe
was the service in which this brave corps had been engaged, that,
though it mustered two thousand strong when leaving Sweden, but two
hundred men survived at the close of the war, and few or none of
these ever saw Scotland again.
A hundred and seven boats having been found moored under the town
wall, Gustavus sent them to Hepburn, who was thus enabled to embark
the Blue Brigade and his own with ease. They crossed the river
together, but were carried by the current below the town, where the
Scottish cavalier landed at the very base of the hill on which the
fortress stood, and, forming the brigade in battalions, advanced at
once to the assault of the fortress on the side opposite to that
assailed by Gustavus. As they approached, Hepburn was astonished to
hear discharges of musketry within the fortress, and to see the
garrison leaping over the lower works, throwing away their arms, and
endeavouring to escape in all directions, crying piteously for
quarter as they fell among the Green and Blue brigades. The reason
was as follows:—
The two hundred Scots who entered the town having discovered a
private passage to the castle, led by Ramsay’s new major, advanced
close to the outer wall, which they carried by storm, driving in the
Italian guards, and, crossing the bridge, entered with them into the
very heart of the place, where they engaged in a close and desperate
hand-to-hand conflict with the garrison.
Though outnumbered by five or six to one, these Scots fell furiously
on with pike and musket, their officers fighting in the melee with
partisan, sword, and dagger. But, encouraged by the smallness of
their force, the Italians resisted them manfully, and a sad carnage
ensued. The covered-way to the bridge was barricaded by a heap of
killed and wounded men, whose blood was pouring from the stone
gutters into the moat below; while within the castle the uproar of
swords ringing on steel helmets, or crashing among the wood of
pikes, the incessant discharges of musketry and pistols, the yells
of the wounded and the combatants, was increased by the ringing of
bells in the town steeples, and the boom of the Swedish cannon
battering the land side of the fortress; but before either Hepburn
or Gustavus could succour them, Ramsay’s gallant musketeers had
conquered, slaying five hundred of the garrison, and capturing four
pair of colours.
This was on the morning of the 6th December.
Nine companies of Italians, each one hundred strong, were taken
prisoners in this assault, the accounts of which are various and
dissimilar. These must have been the occupants of the sconce, as
quarter was granted them by Sir John Hepburn; and they must have
been surrounded and taken by orders of Gustavus, after the mere
ceremony of marching out armed with the insignia of war.
"As the first circumstance [their surrender] absolved them from
their allegiance to the Emperor, the King made a present of them to
Hepburn (whose kindness and humanity were equal to his bravery) to
refit his broken brigade; but these birds of passage not liking the
severity of the German winter and Swedish campaign, all took flight
to a warmer region at the approach of spring.” They deserted en
masse from Beyerland, a few months after.
Their colours were the first which Gustavus had ever taken from
Spain, and it was to Scottish valour that he was indebted for them.
While some of the garrison were obtaining quarter and being
disarmed, an officer with several Spaniards endeavoured to escape,
by running as fast as they could along the edge of the moat. A flock
of hares, roused by them among the bushes that grew in luxuriance by
the edge of the ditch, were seen running with them, and in the same
direction, along the front of the Swedish lines below the castle;
and a shout of laughter rang along the ranks at the sight of this
strange convoy.
Agreeably to an old Scottish superstition,—“’Tis ill lucke (saies a
souldier) to have one’s way crost with a hare, and that ill lucke is
now ours; for we are likely to get but little honor by them, should
all their countrimen runne away in the like manner.”
On visiting the castle which had thus been stormed for him before he
could reach it, Gustavus was received by Ramsay’s musketeers with a
profound salute at the gates, where they were drawn up to receive
him.
"My brave Scots!” said he, with generous admiration, as he looked
along the close ranks of the little band, "why were you too quick
for me?”
His whole army now crossed the Shine; and to inspire the Scottish
cavaliers and their veteran soldiers to gather fresh laurels,
Gustavus, in an address made to them, declared that he despised
alike the resentment of Austria and the malevolence of Spain, while
now in the Palatinate he could employ their valour for the
restoration of an injured princess—their own countrywoman—Elizabeth
Stuart, the daughter of James of Scotland, and Electress-queen of
Bohemia.
“And now those two hundred Scots that had beene put into the towne
at the yielding of it, fall immediately thereupon to storme the said
castle at the towne-port which was betwixt the castle and the towne.
The Scots fell on with such a tempest and resolution that they
instantly forced the garrison into the inner part, they storming in
together with them; so that, by the time the King was ready to
assault on one side and Hepburn on the other, they meete (to their
great admiration) divers of the garrison that had already leapt over
the walls, throwne away their armes, and crying Quarter as the rest
also now did that had not gotten out of the castle. In these actions
(about the fort and castle) there were some two-hundred Spanish cut
downe, and eight colours taken, which were the first colours that
the King ever tooke from the Spaniards.”
The nine companies of Italians given to Hepburn must have been those
in the sconce; and Cannon, in his History of the Royals, p. 24,
states distinctly that they were so. |