E "Full forty thousand," I replied. "That won't do; we have information they are not half so many. Very well," said I; "only I made a calculation on the spot, carefully pacing the ground they occupied, and allowing so many men for every square yard." This circumstantiality carried conviction; so down the garrison of Sebastopol went in the colonel's note-book at forty thousand. O oyð I bise V16220097NU S "Who are the commanding officers ?" he continued, I bas our of dou "Prince Menschikoff and Prince Gortschakoff" (naming the only Russian generals whose se names I recollected cted at the time). ym He basa "Impossible," said the aide-de-camp. "Gortschakoff Gortschakoff is in Be in Bessarabia." bize I no" Young man," said I, with an air of injured innocence, "it is only from report you speak, whereas I saw the prince with my own eyes, General Lüders (as another Russian general occurred to me) is also there. He rides a tall black horse, and has lost an eye. The circumstance again carried it. Down went Gortschakoff and Lüders in the note-book as commanding in Sebastopol, the latter minus an eye,ila do to " It is needless to go on with the interview. I was in a rage at d forced to lie, so I gave it to them pretty strong and very circumstan tially, and the colonel and aide-de-camp were delighted with the valuable information they had acquired. It was all reduced in my presence into writing, and the aide-de-camp was sent off with the despatch to Lord Raglan. I got back my money, but was remanded to the custody of the soldiers. being otai gaylozo October 3. Tuesday, the I was sent for this morning by the colonel at ten o'clock, found aide-de-camp and an English officer with him, and in the latter I was delighted to recognise young Estcourt, whom, as a cornet of the Second Dragoons, I had some years before met in Birmingham, and with whose family I had been very intimately acquainted. I saw from his look that he half recognised me. ca avertell os gwob aged gved "So, sir," began the colonel, "it seems a brother of yours has been captured by the English; at least he is of the same name, though he denies any knowledge of you. you. But of course he is lying abimo ver 1199 "You know best, my dear sir," answered I. "You insisted yesterday on me being Mr. Upton. I am still ready to continue so, and will either admit or deny the fraternity of the other Mr. Upton, as you please roger Proger "Insolent scoundrel!" said the colonel. pied esit769-repaib "Stop, sir," I replied, "the joke has been carried far enough was willing to be anything rather than be shot, but I think I see, an tunity of being myself again. Estcourt," said I, addressing the dragoon, s you can answer for me. "onorg bus. Jonardo or midgold ydarense "I thought so," shouted the Englishman. "To be sure I can. all Uptons! How are you, my boy??? and we shook hands cordially. Colonel, this is some absurd blunder. I can answer for this 8 gentleman not being Mr. Upton, and, further, that he is incapable of being a spy: but as to anything further, I would like to know how he came by his clothes."00 66 de This I explained, and the laughter of the colonel and aide-de-camp showed me I was believed this time.so vino e trab と "It is too ridiculous!" said the colonel; but I owe the gentleman an apology for the language. I have used, and beg him to consider that my observations were applied to his dress, and not to himself. Or," said he, more seriously, if you are not satisfied, I consider myself bound to give you that satisfaction which we Frenchmen are not prevented from offering." "Quite unnel the amende honorable you have made to my coat "Quite unnecessary," said I; "your apology is due to Mr. Upton and not to and I anders. Besides, I have the best of it, you thought proper to send off my valuable information to Lord Raglan." 24 Mofbleu !" said the colonel, I am an ass. bias "So am I," said the aide-de-camp. За The the inortified of my late interrogators. Late DG 3100ST dras faces, and I could not help joining him as I gazed on 97 Alf right, gentlemen," said I. "My friend will convey another de spatch to Lord Raglan, contradicting every word of the last. I suppose I may now go?" "Not at all," said the colonel. “Upton, or or whoever you may be, you are my guest for two or three days. I must have an opportunity of making some amends for the harsh treatment you have suffered; and making you, sir, turning to Estcourt, you will honour me with your company to-day mabisabor de 200 Estcourt had no objections; so we began the day by breakfasting, after which the colonel produced wine and cigars. Ultimately, we arranged ourselves into a whist party, and played without ceasing till five in the ourselves into a whist p, after, which we had more wine, another two evening, when we Morand then the dragon dragoon left us; and shortly ly after I subsided Pper, into sleep in the colonel's tent, a data type of dub rubbers, Wednesday, October 4.0 saor spent the greater part of the morning with the colonel. The debarkation of ammunition and guns has been briskly going on, and we have been down to Balaklava to see it, but the confusion and uproar are intolerable, and the squeeze dangerous. squ 71 1120** We have a fine view of Sebastopol from a height. It certainly looks formidable, and I much fear its capture will be more difficult than we anticipate. All sorts of rumours are current about what goes on inside. One report is that Menschikoff has committed suicide; another report describes Sebastopol as being in a state of festivity, balls and dinner-parties being the order of the day; but I am disposed to think all these reports e pure invention, as I am not aware that there is any communication between us and the garrison. One thing is certain-namely, that they have sunk six ships of their fleet at the entrance of the bay, thereby blocking up the channel, and preventing any attack from the sea. Saint-Arnaud is dangerously ill in Balaklava, and it is now certain he proceeds to France. General Canrobert has assumed the command. He is a favourite with the army, and, according to all accounts, a first-rate general. October 10. q I have little to note since Wednesday. For the two or three first days the men were constantly occupied bringing up ammunition and artillery, and since then they have been working hard at the trenches. On the sixth we received a reinforcement of nearly ten thousand men. The Russians, meantime, have not been idle. Entrenchments and earthworks are getting up betwixt us and them as if by magic. From the position we occupy we can easily see them at work, and with good glasses make out that men, women, and children all assist with the greatest energy. Nor have they confined themselves to the defensive: we have had several alarms, and have been well shelled and cannonaded, though with little injury now that the trenches are constructed. The men have got very expert in dodging all projectiles, the progress of which in the air they watch with the greatest coolness. We command Sebastopol to the left and the British to the right, the two armies stretching in a semicircle for about eight miles, but separated by a ravine. The second division, to which I belong, occupy the centre of the French line, and are about two miles distant from Sebastopol. From a height a little to our rear we command a view of the whole investing force as well as of the besieged city. AFTER THE BALL. BY MRS. ALFRED M. MUNSTER. THEY are gone-the wreathed flowers From the past seems half withdrawn, Now the minstrel's strain is silent, But her weary thoughts have wandered Where to-night the moon is shining, She can see the quiet homestead, She remembers how the robin In the autumn sunset sang, And the skylark's liquid carol Through the bright June morning rang. Ah! though Hope may o'er the future Rose-hued radiance freely cast, Yet she lacks the tender glory Which Remembrance lends the past. And the lady, sad and lonely, Yearns this night to see once more Wake! such dreams unnerve the spirit: And to other ears are uttered Vows like those of long ago. Then be happy as thou mayest, As thy choice, so is thy fate; If the fruit hath turned to ashes, If the gold hath turned to clay, Yet let none behold thy mourning For the boon that's past away. Dry thy tears, enjoy thy guerdon, Let the heart thou hast betrayed Mourn above the wreck and ruin Which thy vain ambition made. For thyself-with rank and riches Thou hast cast thy brilliant lot: Then be calm, and pray to Heaven That the old time be forgot. einoy LA of babaanong 38×1 m2 bar transtugil-zvor as loodos 9ft battium d proface to 118w vill 94.1 sq to treuniyet dJ sdt ai toso93190) -8 docenil do not stong oft vd botseasqunos zaw FRANCOIS CERTAIN CANROBERT, MARSHAL OF FRANCE. vomat a buge blod „syitos Eew Jnsustusil gavoy silT MARSHAL CANROBERT bears a s no other special resemblance to the Greek Hercules, except that he, in his turn, once stood at those cross, roads where practical common sense and moral wisdom offer their hands to the aspirant. Hercules escaped from the alternative with the antiquated promptitude of duty: the way in which Canrobert behaved evidences the enormous progress which the modern world has made over the Hellenic myth. Canrobert does not belong to the Bonapartists de la veille; so little, indeed, does he do so, that, even le lendemain, he left Europe in doubt as to his sympathies. He has heaped up no heavy accusations against his previous history; on the contrary, a certain incubus of kindliness, justice, and philanthropy hovers over his political career. And yet Canrobert earned proportionally more by the overthrow of existing relations on the 2nd of December than any other man. He achieved nothing in the Crimean war like Bosquet or Pelissier; he left far behind him those furies who incessantly pursued St. Arnaud; he has not grown grey in service like Marshals Magnan and Castellane; he did not carry his life and his honour to market like Persigny and Morny; he was but slightly dipped in that diplomatic witches' caldron in which Walewski so dearly earns his enormous salary; and yet by the age of forty-seven he was Marshal of France, senator, extraordinary envoy of the empire to the Swedish court, and, ere a half century crowned his brow, he governed one-fifth of France with dictatorial pomp. Any one who has seen the marshal, or studied his portrait, will still be far from the solution of the problem: he has seen a man of middle height and anything but military tournure, whose head sits too close on his shoulders, and whose plump nose is marked with beauty spots. When Canrobert is dressed en civil, even his friends compare him to a parish clerk. Perhaps his success lies in his eyes, which express the cautious cunning of the Auvergnat, who, as is notorious, is very fond of hearing himself talk, and has a marked predilection for money.fio don911 to It till 1851 that Canrobert was credited with high military $45 was not abilities by the journals of the Elysée, who wished to bring him over from the party of order in the National Assembly: neither in Africa nor in the Crimea did he display those strategic talents which, we expect to find in a commander-in-chief. If the soldier before Sebastopol praised him, and was heartily attached to him, it was solely for the care he showed in supplying the wants of the army. When Canrobert received the returning troops at the Lyons station in Paris, the cry ran through the ranks, "Voilà notre père." This prominent feminine quality in the general evidently neutralised every heroic impulse, and it was not his fortune ever to gain his marshal's staff by a resonant action ponta a danci Canrobert was born in 1808, at St. Céré, on the borders of Upper Auvergne, not far from the birthplace of the cavalry king Murat, la 1826 he joined the military school at St. Cyr, but the education at that period was far from being equal to what it is now. At the age of twenty, |