advanced a few feet, as if to charge. With a cheer of joy,
the Scots accepted the challenge, and charged at them,
but the mere aspect of the Highlanders was enough,
and, throwing off their packs, the Russians fled. Their
appearance, it is said, was so imposing, that they seem
to have been taken for cavalry, and a large square was
formed to resist them. All our men had Minié rifles,
and the Russians, in column, opposed to our Guards in
line, were mowed down by our volleys; 600 out of 1000
in one battalion fell.

One correspondent states, that the 55th actually
crossed bayonets with the Russians, but at one point it
would appear as though neither musket nor bayonet did
their work quick enough. The blood of the British was
up; they clubbed their muskets and brained the
enemy. The Muscovites fled in disorder. The officers
who were taken prisoners said they could not stand the
tremendous onslaught of our people; they always knew
we were excellent soldiers, but had no idea we were
such "devils."

Amongst those who distinguished themselves in the
battle, was Mr. Charles Lane Fox, nephew of the Duke
of Leeds. He retired some months ago from the
Grenadier Guards, in which he held a commission; but
followed them to the East, and became aide-de-camp to
Brigadier Beatson, who undertook to train the
Bashi-bazouks. Upon their disbandment, however, he landed
with the brigade of Guards in the Crimea, and appeared
upon the battle-field in a shooting-jacket: catching the
first stray horse in his path, he was indefatigable in
getting up ammunition, and was complimented for his
conduct by the Duke of Cambridge on the field. At
the close of the action he was shot through the ankle;
and in that state bore Captain Charles Baring, of the
Coldstream Guards, who had lost his arm, off the field.

Among the wounded was Viscount Chewton, of the
Scots Fusilier Guards. He was shot in the leg, and
fell. When down, the Russians fired upon him and
beat him on the head with their muskets; and nothing
could have prevented his brains being beaten out but
the thickness of the cap he wore. His wounds
unhappily proved fatal: he was conveyed to Scutari, where
he died on the 7th. This gallant young nobleman was
the eldest son of the Earl of Waldegrave; he was in his
38th year.

The following is part of a letter, dated from the
field of battle, addressed by Brigadier-General Torrens,
to Mr. Delmé Radcliffe, of the Priory, near Hertford.
It gives a touching account of his son's death:—
"My dear Delmé,—I shall wring your heart, indeed,
and poor Mrs. Radclifife's, by the sad intelligence I have,
alas! to communicate. Your poor dear boy fell yesterday
at the head of the company which he commanded
while gallantly leading them to the attack of a Russian
entrenched battery, heavily armed and most strongly
occupied. Never was a more noble feat of arms done
than the capture of this battery; and in that capture
the poor dear old Welsh were foremost. Their loss has
been frightful. Chester, Wynn, Evans, Conolly, my
poor sister's boy, Harry Anstruther, Butler, Radcliffe,
Young, were all killed dead at the same moment,
and within a space of one hundred square yards.
Applethwaite (mortally), Campbell, Sayer, Bathurst,
Stopton, wounded; only six officers remain
untouched, and nearly two hundred men are hors de
combat. The exploit was noble indeed, but what a
sacrifice! I am heart-sick at the loss of so many dear
and valued friends, and at the thought of my poor
sister's anguish. Your dear boy died instantly, without
pain, and lies buried in a deep grave along with his
brave comrades, close to the spot where he so nobly
died. Harry Torrens and Bulwer buried him. His
wound was in the centre of his breast. He lay on his
back, and his body had been untouched and respected.
God bless and save him. His face was calm, with almost
a smile on it."

Lieutenant Annesley of the Scots Fusilier Guards, in
a letter to the Countess Annesley his mother, gives an
account of his hair-breadth escapes:—"We were about
thirty paces then from the ditch, and the fire was so
hot that you could hardly conceive it possible for
anything the size of a rabbit not to be killed. I kept on
shouting, 'Forward, Guards!' to the few men that were
not swept away by the——, when a ball came and
stopped my mouth most unceremoniously. It entered
the left cheek, and went out at the mouth, taking away
the front teeth. I instantly turned to the rear, feeling
it was about 100 to 1 against my ever getting there, as
the bullets were whizzing round me like hail. I tripped,
and thought it was all over with me. However, I got
up again with the loss of my sword and bear-skin, and
at last got into the river and out of fire. I had then
another struggle on the other side, where grape and
round shot were ploughing up the ground, and shells
bursting; however I stumbled on, and at last got out of
fire, and sat down among the wounded and dying
soldiers and horses. The doctors gave me some water,
and then were obliged to go to others; so when they
left, I sat there for above half an hour before I could
find out where our hospital was. At last an officer of
the Tenth, though wounded himself, gave me his arm,
and took me to the Fusilier Hospital: where I got some
water and sat down to bathe my face. . . . . Poor
B—— came to see me in the hovel we were lying in,
and burst into tears when he recognised me, I was so
altered. Of course, one cannot have an ounce of lead
through one without swelling, and my face is like a
good sized turnip; my mouth much larger than I have
any desire to see it in future. I do not suppose the ball
could have hit me in any other part of the head where
it would not have been attended with more danger. A
most summary dentist the ball was, to take out all my
teeth at one smash, except four grinders (there was a
decayed one, which I hope has gone with its brethren,
but I can't make out yet if it has or not). There is a
good bit of tongue gone also; but the doctors say that
will not signify, and that I shall speak as plain as ever,
or, at most, only with a becoming lisp; so altogether,
I think even you must allow that I have every reason
to be thankful, and I hope you will not allow yourself
to fret the least about me. Just as we were
charging the great redoubt, I prayed, 'O God! spare
me!' and I really no more expected to return
alive than if I had been tied to the cannon's mouth.
Only fancy grape and canister being fired at us within
thirty yards, besides a whole battalion letting drive as
hard as they could into us!" It is melancholy to add
that this high-spirited youth sank under his wounds
and died a few days after the battle.

The Honourable Captain Monck, of the Seventh, was
pierced by a ball, which he felt was his death-wound;
but, with expiring energy, he drove his sword through
the heart of the first advancing foeman, while a blow
from his strong arm levelled another with the ground.

A corporal of the Twenty-third found himself alone
in the enemy's battery, and actually bayonetted three
men before assistance came to him. He was at once
promoted to be sergeant.

In the list of killed is the name of Lieutenant W. L.
Braybrooke, a volunteer, serving with the Ninety-fifth
Regiment. This gallant and promising young officer
was a Lieutenant and Adjutant in the Ceylon Rifles;
and, being on leave of absence from his regiment, his
professional ardour prompted him to seek the opportunity
for seeing active service offered by the expedition
to the Crimea. He had obtained leave from Lord
Raglan to serve with the Ninety-fifth Regiment, and it
was in charging with this regiment that he met a
glorious death. He was the son of Colonel Braybrooke,
the Colonel of the Ceylon Rifles.

Captain Thompson, mentioned with praise in Lord
Raglan's despatch, is a son of General Peyronnet Thompson,
the veteran politician.

The artillery behaved with their usual indomitable
courage; one of the first of the artillery guns that
attempted to cross the river Alma had one of the wheels
of the gun carriage completely destroyed by the shot
from the Russian guns, while the officers and men were
up to their middles in the water. Nothing daunted by
their position, and the heavy fire kept up on them, they
promptly set to work, and in an incredibly short space
of time attached another wheel to the gun carriage, and
marched forward to the scene of action almost as soon as
the others.

All accounts agree in describing the Russian position,
especially that portion of it to which the English were