Clad in complete armor, the helmet and cuirass still sound, with his gold chain around his neck, and his mattock and pickaxe at his feet, the soldier lay unmutilated, seeming almost capable of resuming his part in the same war which--even after his half century's sleep--was still ravaging the land.
Five hundred of the Spaniards, perished by the explosion, but none of the defenders were injured, for they, had been prepared.

Recovering from the momentary panic, the besiegers again rushed to the attack.

The battle raged.

Six hundred and seventy officers, commissioned or non-commissioned, had already fallen, more than half mortally wounded.
Four thousand royalists, horribly mutilated, lay on the ground.

It was time that the day's work should be finished, for Maastricht was not to be carried upon that occasion.