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About four hundred yards intervened between the enemy's camp and our position. As the day advanced, the Seik independent soldiery, creeping up as near as they dared, kept up a constant fire at us; but with very little effect. It was near the middle of the day before the first casualty occurred; when Corporal Kelly, while stepping from the tower into the trenches, was shot through the back of the neck. Most of their shots, however, went over our heads; and I think, notwithstanding the sixty rounds of ammunition per man that we got rid of, no very particular damage was done to the enemy.
February sixth. — There dined with us at mess this evening, Prince Waldemar of Prussia, a cousin of the present king, who has been travelling through Asia, under the title of Count Ravensburgh. The Prince was present in the actions of December twentyfirst and twenty-second, on the latter day of which, he unfortunately lost his private medical attendant. He is a good-looking man of thirty years of age, and wore the sky-blue uniform of a Prussian Colonel of dragoons, decorated with a profusion of orders. I can testify that he smokes the very best of 'weeds;' for he kept his large segar-case in constant circulation.
February ninth. — The siege-train has at last arrived; and tomorrow, it is whispered, will be an eventful day. On dit, that we are to take up a position in the dark, and at break of day commence a game of long bowls, previous to an assault. Ferozepore, February twentieth. - In my tent. In bed. Not
. quite so fortunate this time. Feel, however, considerably easier, and more at repose in mind than have done for this month past. Notwithstanding this hole through the upper thigh, things might have been worse. In yonder tent, which I can now see from my open connaught, lies poor C without that useful member at all. But I must endeavor to detail, while the recollection is still so vividly impressed upon my mind, the transactions of the tenth. We mustered in deep silence as early as three o'clock A.M.on that day, and commenced our stealthy approach in darkness. Owing to the rotten nature of the soil, the heavy guns made but little noise in their transit, and considerably before day-light they were all in position. At the first glimmer of dawn, a thick mist settled over the plain and river, completely enveloping the enemy's position, and to a certain extent our own. The duty assigned us, was the protection of one of the heavy gun batteries: the men to lie down and avoid as much as possible the enemy's fire. It was long past the hour appointed, before the sun had sufficiently penetrated and cleared the atmosphere to enable us to open fire. Our guns were in the open plain without any protection, while our adversaries were behind well-constructed batteries, and their troops protected by redoubts, epaulments, and treble line of trenches. They were no doubt somewhat surprised to find us in such close propinquity; but showed no disinclination to commence this trial of artillery; and soon the earth vibrated with the thunder of a hundred and forty pieces of cannon. A brisk wind from the east carried off the smoke, forming in the west a seemingly solid, impenetrable, whitened wall, extending from heaven to earth, and dividing the universe in twain. Though the principal object of the enemy seemed to be to silence and break up our guns yet they did not neglect us. Their round-shot came recoching over the glacis, sometimes skimming the earth in short jumps, right into our ranks; at others, with one gigantic bound passing clear over our heads, many hundreds of yards in the rear. I
make mention here, of the dire effect of a twenty-four pound shot of the tremor of horror which it produced upon myself and all who beheld it. It came with one accurate leap, right into our ranks, at a spot where two privates were resting, one with his head upon another's chest: it was not the latter, who was killed outright, that caused this deadly, overwhelming sensation; but the former, who staggered to his
feet, the whole lower part of his face gone, a ghastly spectacle. From under his eyes, all hung in shreds, while from his throat there came a gurgling sound, as of an unavailing effort to scream: the poor wretch, in this condition, supported by two men, passed through the whole battalion to the rear.
Two hours had now elapsed since the commencement of the cannonade, without any sensible diminution on the part of the Seiks; and it soon became evident, that it was quite visionary to expect to silence their guns or dislodge their troops, otherwise than at the point of the bayonet. The heavy guns limbered up, and we retired some five hundred yards to a slight eminence, where we remained as reserve, while the attack was commenced by Brigadier Stacy's Brigade, supported on either flank by light artillery. From our position in line, we could see them advance under a heavy fire, infantry and artillery aiding each other correlatively: the former marching steadily up, while the latter took up successive positions at a gallop, and by a constant shower of grape and canister, helped to keep the enemy from manning their ramparts. In breathless anxiety we beheld them approach the trenches, leaving the ground they passed over dotted with their dead and wounded. As yet, they have not fired a shot. They are close now. Can they do it? There is a waver along the line. They've done it! At first one, then two, then three, and now in tens and twenties, are seen the red-coats scaling the parapets and leaping down within. And now listen to that ceaseless rattle of musketry. An aid-de-camp rides up in hot haste: the reserve are to advance at the double. Five minutes more, and we are within, and opposed to a dense mass of the enemy's troops. Wild and excited, we rush on, and are soon engaged, hand to hand, in a struggle for dear life ; but it does not last long: our flying-artillery have entered at the flank, and are pouring murderous volleys into their deeply serried' ranks. Inch by inch, we drive them back: but, what is this numbing sensation in my right leg; what this faintness? Another minute, and I am reclining in one of the many trenches with which the camp is intersected.
The tide of war passes on, and I am alone with the dead. For another hour, the cannon roar and the musketry rattle incessantly. Fighting off my faintness, I crawl out, and look toward the river. Great God?
what a sight! A river of blood ! Hundreds, and hundreds of hundreds of the enemy are attempting to ford its swollen stream; the bridge so completely blocked as to render passage across it impossible, while our horse-artillery are pouring in iron death, till
iver itself becomes too shallow to conceal their mangled bodies : but enough of blood. Eight o'clock found me where I now am, and where I am told I shall be for the next month. The British army crossed the Sutledge unopposed, within twenty-four hours after the battle of Sabroan, and are now encamped at Kussour, sixteen miles from this place, and thirty-two from Lahore, the capital of the Punjaub. Our loss has been two thousand three hundred and eighty-three, killed and wounded. That of the Seiks, though it can never be correctly ascertained, is estimated at twenty thousand, together with the whole of their artillery.
February twenty-third. - Yesterday, we hear, that the city of Lahore was formally taken possession of by the British authorities, peace announced, and the young Maharajah Dhuleep-Sing proclaimed king. The terms of the convention are: the payment to the British of one million five hundred thousand pounds, (seven million five hundred thousand dollars,) the cession of all the country to the east of Bals, and the total'disbanding of the Khalsa army.
R. E. 1.
RACHEL was fifty years old that day. The night was coming in with a wild November storm, and the dead leaves drifted across the windows, like the spectres that flitted across her soul. Ever since the day-break she had been pacing that little parlor, her arms rigidly folded across her breast, her head bowed low, and her thin, compressed lips relaxing to utter only in a tremulous whisper, "Fifty years ! fifty years!' or still more mournfully, Thirty years ago!! What malady rankles so in the breast of Rachel Moore? Look
Fix your tearless eyes upon the portrait over the mantle, and let us see, if we can, what is welling up from your heart. You have not raised your eyes to that father's face to-day without smiling bitterly, and lifting up your brow, as if it wore a crown, while, with lips tightly closed, you walked heavily and thoughtfully away, unless you chanced to see in the dark corner that little miniature, and then your proud head dropped low again,
• Well! the day is gone the night is here — and what a night!' thought Rachel
, as she turned away from the portrait, and pressing her forehead to the pane, looked out upon the stormy darkness. There was no light in the heavens, not one. She sank down and buried her face in her hands.
Something was softening and breaking the crust of her heart. For thirty years no emotion had moistened those stony gray eyes; and now the tear which trickled down her cheek, startled her. Suddenly she raised her head, but dropped it again, for her eyes had wandered to the little miniature, and she felt the fond, melting gaze of her sainted mother.
And then she remembered that, once, a day could scarcely go by when she did not nestle upon that mother's breast, and shed more tears than had fallen from her eyes in thirty years, and that they